Trouble in town
Because they cut my brother down
Because my sister can't wear her crown
There's trouble, there's trouble in town
Blood on the beat (Oh-oh)
Oh my goodness, there's blood on the beat
Law of the jungle or the law of the street
There's blood on, there's blood on the beat

And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I never get released

Trouble in town (Oh-oh)
Because they hung my brother Brown
Because their system just keep you down
There's trouble, there's trouble in town

And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I just get more police, eh
And I get no comfort
And I get no name
Everything is gettin' strained

[ Young Man & Police Officer Philip Nace]

— Best friends?
— What's that?
— What's his name?
— X (Standby, sir)
— Alright, is that X your middle name?
— Of course, it's on a vehicle ID, right?
— You gettin' smart? 'Cause you'll be in a fucking car with him
— I'm telling you
— Fucking smartass,
— I'm asking you what the X is, is that your middle name?
— Of course, what is it?
— Don't come back with the 'What is it?' fucking shit talk to these fucking pigs on the street that way, you ain't talking to me that way
— I don't talk to nobody in the streets, I don't hang with nobody
—, then don't come to fucking Philadelphia, stay in Jersey
— I have family out here
— Everybody thinks they're a fucking lawyer and they don't know jackshit
— Are you supposed to grab me like this?
— Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to
— You're not protecting me while I'm trying, while I'm trying to go to work
— Why don't you shut up?

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