DESCRIPTION:
Artist: Mr. P Chill
Title: Dear Crooked Cop

Written & produced by Mr. P Chill

Fat Tip Publishing (ASCAP)

mpchillmusic.com


Lyrics:


Dear cooked cop,

What goes through your mind every time you cross that line
What makes you do this
You inflict pain in the name of upholding justice
While the justice you swore to uphold
Is destroyed with every taze and choke hold
Sometimes you get bold and grab your gun
God be with the scared ones who turn and run
You have a family who wants you to come home
As your “warning shots” penetrate a young man’s dome
You’re scared for your life?
Of a man who's fleeing?
His family expected to see him this evening
Now the story’s all over the TV
While you take paid administrative leave believe me
I don’t think your heart held fear
I think it was hate
The more we question, the more we debate
The far right says the victims had it coming
Really? A death sentence for running?
Or selling a tax-free cigarette?
No petty crime should result in death
And no cop should hand down a sentence
Let the judge decide who pays what penance
And stick to what you’re paid to do, keeping the peace
Not creating war, out in the streets
That’s right, you’re supposed to keep the peace
So stop making war, out on these streets

Sincerely,
Mr. P Chill