Cruise control at 72
Staring down the law passing by you
Got the colours on and blues too bright
Not pulling you over without a fight
Slip of the mind, a tongue so stiff
Not paid enough to pull the graveyard shift
Drive right by, no mind, no heed
The man don't care if you're doing speed
He's got the night, got plenty of time
To file his work and ignore petty crime
Start of the month, don't have that quota
getting up for nothing but a court order
Gunning the cars and recording their time
Decide on their bias who gets to be fined
Ignoring the house everyone knows smokes crack
For the honor to watch the rich man's back
Some of the cops they fly so straight
You call 'em a stick in the mud but wait
They the ones you want when you feel slighted
But keep up the hate and they grow too tired
Protect and serve, defendin' the feeble
Don't expect a God, they're only people
Serving the system and trying their best
It's hurts us all when a blue boy's put down to rest