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When cops are taking care of business I can understand
But the L.A. story´s gone way out of hand
Their acts of aggression, they say they´re justified
But it seems an obsession has started from the inside
They´re shooting anyone who even tries to run
They´re shooting little kids with toy guns
Take it to a jury but they don´t give a damn
Because the one who tells the truth is always the policeman
Beat all the niggers
Beat whoever you see
Don´t need a reason
(We´re) L.A.P.D.
The city of L.A. feels like a prison
With helicopters overhead and bullets whizzing by
Martial law ain´t no solution
Police brutality´s just social pollution
Beat all the white trash
Beat whoever you see
Don´t need a reason
(We´re) L.A.P.D.
They say they´re keeping the peace
But I´m not buying it because a billy club ain´t much of a pacifier
"Protecting your freedom"
Now that´s just a lie
It´s an excuse for power that´s more like an alibi
Law and order doesn´t really matter
When you´re the one getting bruised and battered
You take it to a jury, they´ll throw it in your face
Because justice in L.A. comes in a can of mace