Men Who Dress Well

Told my homie there's a squad car outside
He started to laugh and I didn’t know why
He said we ain't scared of them bottom feeders, them boys in blue who be shooting at our people
Not the overseer but the architect of this hell
Men who dress well

They've been on my homie Jack for a year
Couldn’t find shit, but a letter said your name is cleared
A knock at my door, two men with ties
Wanna talk to my brother, my brother, my brother, my brother because a young man has died