Small kid, real face And my groin hit the pigs fist Didn't expect nothing less The cops were not on the guest list Here they are, here they fucking come To put your rights in place Is your thing billy clubs or would you like just to get tased? Bottles flying everywhere My friends spit blood till the night shift ends Running around, we were trying to find cover They were taking names and throwing punches The next i know i was sitting in an office They're sticking their fingers to bloody pictures No one will save this town from me Not a kid, see the real face And my palm it hits my face How can i expect something else When justice is all about statistics? How long should i wait till we have it back? How long should i wait till were on attack? Let's cure this fucking problem Street by street Block by block Were claiming back what's ours