Pop That Pretty Thirty

Patrols on the boundaries In prison cells and factories On your phone and old TV In between the lines we read No suit's no conspiracy Just a lack of agency Who's the perp, run the APB Just look in the mirror and look for me Pop that pretty thirty, pop That pretty thirty, pop The haves and the have nots The bottom and the top Black market and mall shops You are all the cops 99 and 1 percenters Dissenters and defenders Slum lords and renters A comedy of pretenders We are all the cops Greed, glory and fear the eyes, the ears No panopticon, just dads and moms Keep calm and carry on Vignettes of silhouettes Popping up as the sun sets Settlers heading ever west Looking for souls to digest