Cops Don’t Care Pt. II

How you wanna live?
Can you conceive of a living wage?
Or does it all just sound like something somebody else would say?
Even when they talk so calmly
They say “There’s only a couple of questions we’ve got to ask.”
You know the pavement is always hungry
For those drops of your blood
For that knee in your back
Life is so incredibly long
Like a kiss on a bridge between two nervous-ass kids
Terrified of doing everything wrong
Fickle, belligerent, fully existent
And I don’t wanna talk to all the people in their pickup trucks
Moving all their mouths
To make it hurt so much
You won’t get my blood in some apologetic stop-gap gush
You’ll feel it all at once in a red, raw rush
Overworked doctor is smoking in the doorway of the clinic
While protesters picket different perspectives of the same prison
The peace signs in pictures chucked up by the diminished
Mean “Nobody’s safe from the law”
Cause they don’t give a fuck
They don’t give a fuck about us