The so called good guys, the officers, sworn to serve and protect, are one of the reasons why our streets turned from gardens to ****, there are some good ones, believe me, so salute them with pride, but with the bad ones, you take their **** and dump it outside, cause we done tried, to stop their acts, but they  continue to ****, steal, abuse, but it ain't all them cause boys, continue to refuse, so it happens, hearing pop, pop, pop, pop, gun blasts, now it's on the news, we should've indicted they crazy ***, it's a task, but the families are now suffering crying, laying flowers, and spitting their love for their son that's lying, in the ground, from four or five hot rounds, what will it take for the innocence to come all up around in our system, I like to speak different but I miss him, looking at them past time pictures where his moms loved to kissed him, but now they list him, in the list of the dead, I see the sky's changing, moon's changing becoming red, I bang my head, we're divided by the ones wearing blue, I'll never look at them the same, cause now our streets have just few, of the good guys.