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man smells smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the Put a blue on everybody you see hangin' round And if that work, we're gonna close that park down... But Yesterday a man was trying to walk his dog Cop didn't his attitude, say that he was against the law everybody with a mutt this side of the town And if don't work, we're gonna close that park down... Preach on, my wounded
You know when walkin through that park one night Whether your skin is or white And you feel that pressure on the back of your head And the hairs on the back of your neck start to up And you a (police call) Trust hairs Because if big or burly Or even short and Or if your cat's shirley You could be walkin through park And meet with the most undesirable Compliments of taxes I'm not saying gonna happen I'm not saying that it definitely happen But it could it has happened I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those guys back Yeah, that guy, definitely three, easily Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those up there Stinky or Well, of my yacking
What about your and your mother's apple pie I guess it's all another part of grand designing lie I tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of life Or should I come up from with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife Well maybe I sit by and watch you kill my friends And maybe I can learn to love you and you never end I can learn to hate you but I think I already do All I know for right now, it's gotta be me or you While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar I'm off in other park, and I'm laughing at you still Laughing my ass of at you baby tell me all of your stories Tell me your politics Tell me Tell me how you blame your me