Cop Monopoly - Jus Allah

«There's some mystique quality in each of us

A quality that seems to discern truth

Listen to these little poems, which are the

Beginning and end pieces of.»

Jus Allah

We’re being pulled over, DWB-in'

You’re the car’s owner, I know you wasn’t speedin'

What if they’re not policemen

They’re already dirty cops for purposely stoppin' us

Without a valid reason

Assess the situation, could be a lifesaver

Survive first, later worry 'bout the litigation

If you comply and they still try to kill you at will

It’s like they die givin' your participation

This is a gang, it’s part of their initiation

I got a lust for blood too, it’s a fixation

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you

The greatest form of flattery is imitation

Too many of us are killed without explanation

Never knowin' which date could be your expiration

Fuck the police, what I believe supercedes all

First law of nature is self preservation

«Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes

And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes

The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills

Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills

He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass

Environment is but his looking-glass»

Media is staged, the message is scripted

Evil doesn’t take a break, no rest for the wicked

They all get away with murder, they’re never convicted

The judges get bribed, the cops are tried and acquitted

We’re pale in comparison, but we must prevail

They set us up in a system that’s deeming us to fail

See what I mean, «sin», «demon», «pale»

Look closer, the devil is in the detail

We were truthful, easy to betray and invade

We wouldn’t know it by the news and the way we’re portrayed

I’m unafraid to reveal the game being played

I’m following suit, let’s call this spade a spade

We want a fair deal, our peace is in disregard

They expect us to clean the house and sleep in the yard

So now I keep a piece, so the next time I see police

I’ll use it as my get-out-of-jail-free-card

Interlude: James Allen — As Man Thinketh

«Tempest-tossed souls

Wherever ye may be

Under whatsoever conditions ye may live

Know this — in the ocean of life

The isles of Blessedness are smiling

The sunny shore of your ideal awaits your coming

Keep your hand firmly upon the helm of thought

In the barque of your soul reclines the commanding Master

He does but sleep — Wake Him

Self-control is strength

Thought is mastery

Calmness is power

Say unto your heart, „Peace, be still!“»