(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