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(Fy-ah! Come down fas')You were put here to protect usBut 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 questionedNo-one questions youIf I hit you I'll be killedBut you hit me? I can sue (Order! Order!)Lookin' through my history bookI've watched you as you grewKillin' blacks and callin' it the law(Bo! Bo! Bo!) And worshipping Jesus tooThere was a time when a black manCouldn't be down wit' your crew (Can I have a job please?)Now you want all the help you can getScared? Well ain't that true (You goddamn right)You were put here to protect usBut 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 ghettoYou walk wit' your own point of view (Look at that gold chain)You judge a man by the car he drivesOr if his hat match his shoe (Yo, you lookin' kinda fresh)SongtexteWell, back in the days of Sherlock HolmesA man was judged by a clueNow he's judged by if he's Spanish,Black, Italian or JewSo do not kick my door down and tie me upWhile my wife cooks the stew (You're under arrest!)'cause you were put here to protect usBut who protects us from you?(A public service announcement brought to you by the scientists ofBoogie Down Productions. Fy-ah! Come again) Aus Songtexte Mania