SUSPECT lyrics

Living in
A f*cking police state
Make amends when you’re down 6ft deep

6ft deep

No regard or f*cking care
Motherf*ckers like to brandish their gun in fear, so do it
On the streets were equal b*tch, and that’s where you’ll meet your f*cking final judgement

If my life were to end today, it wouldn’t change the world in anyway
I’d rather die alone, with the weight on my chest


This is a god damn call out
To all you b*tch made f*cks with a badge
You’re not something special
I’m not a saint
I’m not perfect
I’ve done f*cked up things for no reason

Police Brutality
Takes ahold of me
Dial 911
To f*cking die
“Lets go motherf*cker”
“Don’t f*cking resist me”
“Hands up b*tch”
“That’s not a chip on your shoulder, but your foot on my neck”

Step the f*ck back

You could never trap me in a f*cking cell
I will never live in your personal hell
With the weight on my chest