(this poem was written during the Abner Louima incident...yes this poem is that old) I know who you are Mr. Blues in Blue I seen you hurt my brothers 10 on 2 I've seen what C.O.P.S. really stand for Just Crazy-men Out Patrolling Streets Looking for my brothers to beat The White in Blue The Black in Blue Equates to red for me and you White in Blue Black in Blue Police Brutality is real truth The truth hits, the truth hurts the truth hurts, the truth hits Like wielding of Police night sticks "I shot the sheriff" and I should've shot the Deputy For what you do to my brothers Is what you do to me How the hell can I tuly rest, When my brothers and I are whipped beat harassed Receiving plungers up the *** You beat them; I feel the pain You rape them, I feel the shame You cripple them; I become the lame For I am my brother, my brother is me We share the same injustices in this society I can't believe in you. Your motto says: Professionalism? Courtesy? Respect? But not when it comes to me and mine you motto has no presence when dealing with my kind And me What will I do? I will "get up, stand up, stand up for my rights" And if need be, I'll Revolt and fight I'll do what it takes to make you understand that I deserve to be treated like the man that I am. And each day may I, each day may we may we never forget... To think...(especially when dealing with Mr. Blues in Blue) Think (for he feels he is some how above you when it comes to respect) "Think, think cause it ain't illegal yet... Think, think cause it ain't illegal yet..."