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"Police State" from "Police State" Available on iTunes now: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/pol... Homepage: http://tropidelic.com Facebook: / tropidelic Twitter: / tropidelic Recorded at RCR Recording Mastered by Jake Pastor Lyrics (Roads) Shut down in Austin, raided back in Cleveland A gun up in our faces and they never gave a reason The writings on the wall, the politics are fake Its clear to me we're livin in a POLICE STATE Seven beers deep and we haven't left the Heights The whole citys gone corrupt, there aint enough to make it right Wish the music would be more like the boats on the shore More rust, less metal, put the pedal to the floor Let them crops grow deep in the pothole streets In the Rock N Roll city only stops on the beat Got me paranoid, stressed, why don't you put me to the test under a streetlight Drunk down in Cinci, burned out in Compton God Bless America and FUCK DENNIS RODMAN The working mans imprisoned while celebrities escape Oh my God its so much bigger than a POLICE STATE Debbie had a job now all she does is crack She collect a welfare check and yet she drives a CADILLAC Just perpetuating more of that “choosing to afford” Whether rich or whether poor, sometimes its what you settle for But its gotta come cheap when theres just enough to eat And the wheels of the Caddy knock holes in the street When your making ends meet by the skin of your teeth its a hard life Another privileged youth who somehow thought he could hang He got covered in tattoos and goes and joins a biker gang When refusing to conform has become part of the norm Better come original and then you might weather the storm But the talk comes cheap when he caught some beef And I bet that silver spoon ain't teach the rules of the street Hope ya got your piece when the shit gets deep think your smart right? (Young James) So where'd the cash go? I think we all know Straight into technology tracking you on your cell phone They'll break you down but you'll give them the tools Now theyre taxing your pay checks and taking music out of public schools You better keep your shoes tied tight on the east side Smoke a blunt, take a walk, end up on a police ride Now it might just seem like a regular day You got your hustle on but you don't get paid At least not enough so you better make a change End up getting busted with your face on the front page Now the money in your bed or in your safe Might as well not even been there in the first place Bombed out in B-More, broke down in Youngstown If you ain't been listenin', let me give you the run down The prisons are for profit, its society's mistake How macab, we been living in a POLICE STATE