When my civil rights are violated
You must take uniform, badge,holster off
Forget paychecks
And cross the line
To be on my side
I am writing new words
Into American history
You have not been taught
Nor had the freedom
To read from liberties dictionary
I am an ancient author of constitution
Hello I am Irish and I speak American
I also am a native speaking explanation of middle and old english

It was called the job
Till it ran beat down
Cramming beats notes
Inside the wide open hide
Patting on the hind
Beaten babes blinds
Non other but the cat
Creep, yeah
Just would that I
A peasent boy
Had not of retires first
Nor chancellors south
Bought in mange
Critical howling sting
Yet only after mourning sons laughter
Will Irish ring the corners again
And no where will child cry
Without good neighbor
By his side
Four queens of decree
Remember delicate perjury