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after you retired you said you've had enough and moved over the bridge and away from the chase and the dopers and the rous of siren songs and precinct walls you couldn't wait to escape that place and run now you're safe at home but i feel the need for reparations, hop that fence, break and enter, aim that gun and pull how's that for law? no badge or barricade to help you keep reality away planted guns in Stuyvesant and all the innocence they found guilty 20 years and gone, you're far away 20 years and gone, it's 401 OK (they lay in comfor as we bleed, silent on our knees, barrel lodged between our lips, but resist) tactics and means of intimidation, we're robbed of our justice, still fund their pensions tactics and means of intimidation, they protect their interests, their law this monument of false security only exists in our minds, so take it down from inside this monument exists just to exist and we support its weight to serve and protect yourselves and no one else, but who will protect us from you? From Letras Mania