Cricket sounds echoed My saliva I just swallowed Rumors of the devil coming out Let me tell you what its all about
Deafening noise at 3 AM Must be Sir Pol again Parting my ragged curtain Scarlet drops pattering down the drain
Shutting the windows tight For Sir Pol just met my sight Moonlight hungs down, I'm creepified Meeting eye to eye gave me a fright
Sir Pol looks so dignified But under the streetlights I caught a glimpse of a badge Filled with resentments and grudge
Bang! Again... screams rang Surely, It's Sir Pol doing his routine Of acting like Gods, sentencing mortals into guillotine
Hey, Mister Pol Ice Hear me, Mister Pol Ice! The next dawn Let me lay on my pillow at ease And the town be in peace
Because police brutality is still rampant and in all sides of the world are voices never heard, buried into the deepest waters pleading for justice. Bullets imbedded into skulls of the innocents.