The cop!
The cop is the man with the hand
 with the crown who looks down
on this sound that i found
that i make that’ll shake
all the walls of the stalls
in the malls, he then hauls,
 and I fall and I crawl to his car.
He’s a star behind bars.
I get beat in the street
by the heat with thier feet,
and his fleet of his men
makes me cringe,
and the message that they send
makes me crawl through my skin,
 cause the pin always wins.  They take away my herb,
and my mind gets disturbed
of these things that i heard.
Cause these laws are outrageous, 
and my rage is contagious
like the phases of a maze is
I’m getting dirty faces for the phrases
on these pages.
And he says to me that apparently
 i don’t even see all this shit that’s happening. 
He says “Im your fucking enemy, because of me your not free,
i freed you from society, i brought you to reality
I HAVE YOU UNDER LOCK AND KEY!”the cop…