We got black on black shootings
Armed muggings, thefts and lootings
Try getting an armed copper out to that
We got youngsters carrying guns
We got widows and mourning mums
Cos people shot dead ain't ever coming back
We got yardies on our streets
The kind who don't retreat
Try getting an armed copper out to that
We got guns and knives and bombs
Where they don't belong
We are all in terror of attack
We've adopted shoot to kill
Jack Straws over the hill
He's really lost the plot and thats a fact
We've got coppers trialing kids
No matter what they did
Is the PTA making its way back ?
We've got flowers, we've got wreaths
We got murderers on the beat
Shooting un-armed boys down by the railway track !
peace.
kev.
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