See me, I’ve been an officer for 17 years
It was popular when I started up
Kids wanted to be us
But now I’m watching them offer up middle fingers when we pull up
You would think I was harming them
But we still come when they call us up
Put my life on the line
Every night I’m behind this badge
And I ride through your hood to prevent the crime that’s inside
You want justice and peace and that’s what we try to provide
But when we try it you pick the criminal side every time
Until it’s one of mine, that’s like the only time you comply
But any other time you look me in my eye and you lie
You only want accountability when it’s me
But other times you lie to keep your dealers and killers free
You act like we the ones causing chaos in the streets
Like if we leave the killing ‘ill cease and it’ll be sweet
But we both know that that ain’t the truth
Imagine protecting those that hated you
Well, I guess in your own way you do
I just feel misunderstood
And if you could take a minute just to see it my way
And even if we just agree to disagree at least you see why I’m thinking this way
I got a family at the crib
I’m just tryin’ to make it home tonight
We just out here tryin’ to live
Man, I gotta make it home tonight
Dear mister officer, if i could get a minute to talk to you
Maybe offer some insight, or bounce a couple things off of ya
It’s a disconnect
I feel like you get a check to disrespect
To me, my ‘fit is fresh
I guess to you, my image is a threat
Maybe I remind you of some sucker that you busted once
Or maybe you’ve been at it for so long that you’re becoming numb
You uphold the law, but tell me what’s that supposed to mean to me
For once upon a time that law punished me for being me
Yeah, you got your good cops and bad cops
But if the good cop don’t check the bad cop, to me you both black ops
You’re covering for that cop
So why should I believe you
You living by the same no snitching rules that we do
Now, who’s protecting evil?
Or does that not apply to you?
Maybe you different
Maybe I should stop profiling you
You judging me
I’m judging you
My color black
Your color blue
Guess now you know how it feels to be judged by your color too
I just feel misunderstood
And if you could take a minute just to see it my way
And even if we just agree to disagree at least you see why I’m thinking this way
I got a family at the crib
I’m just tryin’ to make it home tonight
We just out here tryin’ to live
Man, I gotta make it home tonight
Desmond Pugh 