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Dead Prez - Police State songtekst

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You have the emergence in human society of this thing that's called
 the State. What is the State? The State is this organized bureaucracy.
 It is the police department. It is the Army  the Navy. It is the prison
 system  the courts  and what have you. This is the State    it is a repressive
 organization. But the state    and gee  well  you know  you've got to have the
 police  because if there were no police, look at what you'd be doing to
 yourselves -- you'd be killing each other if there were no police! But the
 reality is the police become necessary in human society only at that junction
 in human society where it is split between those who have and those who ain't got.

 I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct
 You know how we think:
 Organize the hood under I Ching banners,
 Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandannas
 FBI spying on us through the radio antennas
 And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watching society
 With no respect for the people's right to privacy
 I'll take a slug for the cause like Huey P.
 while all you fake niggas try to copy Master P
 I want to be free to live
 Hey, (but?) they have what I need to live
 Bring the power back to the street where the people live
 I'm sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons
 Dying over money and relying on religion
 For help. We do for self like ants in a colony
 Organize the wealth into a socialist economy
 A way of life based off the common need
 And all my comrades are ready
 We just spreading the seed

 (Chorus:)

 The average Black male
 Live a third of his life in a jail cell
 Cause the world is controlled by the white male
 And the people don' never get justice
 And the womben don' never get respected
 And the problems don' never get solved
 And the jobs don' never pay enough
 So the rent always be late.
 Can you relate?
 We living in a police state

 No more bondage, no more political monsters
 No more secret space launchers
 Government departments started it in the projects
 Material objects, thousands up in the closets
 Could've been invested in a future for my comrades
 Battle contacts, primitive weapons out in combat
 Many never come back
 Pretty niggas be running with gats
 Rather get shot in they back than fire back
 We tired of that
 Corporations hiring Blacks, denying the facts
 Exploiting us all over the map
 That's why I write the shit I write in my raps
 It's documented, I'm in it
 Every day of the week I live in it, breathing it
 It's more than just fucking believing it
 I'm holding in ones, rolling up my sleeves an' shit
 It's (Cee-lo?) for push-ups now
 Many headed for one conclusion
 Niggas ain't ready for revolution

 (Chorus:)

 The average Black male
 live a third of his life in a jail cell
 Cause the world is controlled by the white male
 And the people don' never get justice
 And the womben don' never get respected
 And the problems don' never get solved
 And the jobs don' never pay enough
 So the rent always be late.
 Can you relate?
 We living in a police state.

 [Sample of Chairman Omali Yeshitela:]
 (That's right, that developed?) me: brought me here and worked me like an
 animal. Built the political economy off my stolen labor. Made them rich.
 Made me poor.

 (Chorus:)
 The average Black male
 Live a third of his life in a jail cell
 Cause the world is controlled by the white male
 And the people don' never get justice
 And the womben don' never get respected
 And the problems don' never get solved
 And the jobs don' never pay enough
 So the rent always be late.
 Can you relate?
 We living in a police state

 [Sample of Chairman Omali Yeshitela:]
 Why is it that Black people and everybody like us live in the kind of
 poverty and misery that we live in? Everywhere I look around me are nothing
 but poverty and misery, on the one hand. And yet, what I'm seeing is that
 everywhere there's wealth and riches in the world it's in the white
 community somewhere, whether it's in europe or whether it's right cross the
 street from where I was born
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Publisher: Loud Records

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Uitgegeven in: 2000

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Let's Get Free (2000)

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