Holy shit I wrote a new song.

D- A G x2

We were running down the sidewalk when out the corner of my eye
I saw a man with a badge and a evil glimmer in his eye
He said "Stop where you stand young man, don't move an inch
Don't make me chase you to scratch this power-tripping itch"

I said "Yes Mr. Officer Great what have I done?
Have I forgotten that being criminal is equatied to being young?
Because the last time that I checked, being happy is not a crime
Bb
Hell I'm not even carrying any protest signs."

Bb F C G x2

Intro

He was walking down the street when out the corner of his eye
He saw he was being stalked by the watch, gangbangers in disguise
Called a friend on the phone to ask what should be done
A suspicious looking black male, in the wrong hood assumed to be on the run

He sat in his car on the phone with police
His hundreth call this year and obviously with a beef
Don't follow said the operater, a plea to the blind
A young man shot down, being black his only crime