Zdoned

ACAB 'til my death day Can't wait for the rest though Killing people, still get paid Getting real hard to let go Why the police budget got millions Is it that hard to f*ck up civilians Yo, f*ck the bullshit dawg Let's fist fight Take the helmet off boy, that's good night Man, the shit ya'll do Makes my heart so heavy And in spite of these protests Ya'll still do it steady So f*ck it, ya'll won't change You better be ready F*ck ya'll, we want change You better be ready F*ck twelve, f*ck ICE F*ck feds, f*ck mercs If you lickin that boot You could probably taste the dirt Plus the blood and the shit That they step in Ya'll broke the trust We could have been brethren Day turns to night Don't feel like I have done anything I might just spend my life Sitting here thinking about everything I'm washing my phone off In the sink I headed to the corner store Because I needed a drink Now I can't think I don't want to anymore I don't have a bed So I spent all night lying on the floor I'm not alright right now I spent all night writing down My thoughts but I still feel like Nothing good is coming out ACAB 'til my death day Can't wait for the rest though Killing people, still get paid Getting real hard to let go ACAB 'til my death day Can't wait for the rest though Killing people, still get paid Getting real hard to let go