La Chota Pt.1

accused me of terroristic WORDS...for a poem i wrote in 2002...f**k the cops.true story.

After what you did, did you think I'd stay silent
Through poetry my actions remained nonviolent
Don't you see I'm not the one poppin off pigs in the streets
So why you wanna come up in my house and charge me as a terrorist
And tell me to pretend that these problems don't exist
Stupid cop your arrest will be the next thing I resist
I'ma throw up my fists and say what I gotta say
At any given time, peace time or war time
Go ahead bring on the motherfuckin FBI
What the f**k you gonna do, prosecute me for this rhyme
Throw me inside a cell with like minds
And tell me I was right this whole time?
I just don't see justification for protection of this nation
So I call for your elimination, let's call it an assassination
Brown cop, white cop, ain't no discrimination
Like to see ALL your blood sprayed up on the walls of the police station
And these words are not one of incrimination, but prophecy
Don't you see f****n pig that's the way it's gotta be
You constantly harassing me, waiting outside my house
But I'm gonna keeping saying 'til police brutality comes to a stop
That the only good cop is a very motherfuckin dead cop
Told you, I wasn't talking about you then, but believe I'm talking about
you now
Yea motherfucka, plow-plow-plow, what the f**k you gonna do now?