Land of the prisons

The law feinds for meat like blood thirsty animals.
Shaking down the streets to find their fix.
Their game is to hunt and their name is predator.
Theyll clean your pockets like an empty cash register.
Three hots and a cott pays off the boys in blue.
Until its time for another victim.
It never ends and its truth is never known.
They hide behind a gold badge and a royal throne.
We are tricked into a forceful thought that we need laws and protection.
Their good will service is always given even if it means to kill.
They will say, "we are protectors of the bill".