Verse (Fy-ah! Come down fas'...) You were put here to protect us But who protects us from you? Every time you say "That's illegal" Doesn't mean that that's true (Uh-huh) Your authority's never questioned No-one questions you If I hit you I'll be killed But you hit me? I can sue (Order! Order!) Lookin' through my history book I've watched you as you grew Killin' blacks and callin' it the law (Bo! Bo! Bo!) And worshipping Jesus too There was a time when a black man Couldn't be down wit' your crew (Can I have a job please?) Now you want all the help you can get Scared? Well ain't that true (You goddamn right) You were put here to protect us But who protects us from you? Or should I say, who are you protecting? The rich? the poor? Who? It seems that when you walk the ghetto You walk wit' your own point of view (Look at that gold chain) You judge a man by the car he drives Or if his hat match his shoe (Yo, you lookin' kinda fresh) Well, back in the days of Sherlock Holmes A man was judged by a clue Now he's judged by if he's Spanish, Black, Italian or Jew So do not kick my door down and tie me up While my wife cooks the stew (You're under arrest!) Cos you were put here to protect us But who protects us from you? (A public service announcement brought to you by the scientists of Boogie Down Productions. Fy-ah! Come again...) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com