Trouble In Town

Trouble in town
Because they cut my brother down
Because my sister can't wear her crown
There's trouble, there's trouble in town

Blood on the beat, oh my goodness
There's blood on the beat
The law of the jungle
Or the law of the street
There's blood on, there's blood on the beat

And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I never get released

Trouble in town (Oh-oh)
Because they hung my brother Brown
Because their system just keep you down
There's trouble, there's trouble in town

And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I just get more police
And I get no comfort
And I get no name
Everything is getting strained

What's that?
What's his name?
X (Standby, Sir)
Alright, is that X your middle name?
Of course, it's on a vehicle ID right?
You're getting smart? 'Cause you'll be in a fucking car with him
I'm just telling you (Fucking smartass)

I'm asking you, what the X is, is that your middle name?
Of course, what is it?
Don't come back with the "what is it?" fucking shit
Talk to these fucking pigs on the street that way
You ain't talking to me that way
I don't talk to nobody in the streets
I don't hang with nobody

Well then don't come to fucking Philadelphia, stay in Jersey
I have family out here
Everybody thinks they're a fucking lawyer
And they don't know jack shit
Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to
You're not protecting me while I'm trying
While I'm trying to go to work
Why don't you shut up?

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Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Anthony John Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion
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