Sherman
Fragile Blue Uniform
The air goes cold and silent the moment the flashers bloom
A siren's final judgment sealing fate inside the room.
Authority is weaponized, the power unchecked and vast
The shadow of the uniform is the memory of the violent past.
You feel the cold, sharp metal, a sudden, blinding dread
The system is the predator, and the street is where it fed.
A - C - A - B: THE BADGE IS NOT A CROWN,
A - C - A - B: THE GUN IS NOT THE LAW
A - C - A - B: IT'S THE VIOLENT CONCLUSION OF A SYSTEM WITH A FATAL FLAW.
A - C - A - B: EVERY TIME THEY JUSTIFY THE CRUELTY THAT IS SOWN
A - C - A - B: THE LINE BETWEEN THE JUSTICE AND THE MALICE HAS CLEARLY OVERGROWN.
The silence of the onlookers is heavy as a tightening chain
A cold, complicit covenant that binds you in the fearful lane.
They say "comply," they say "be calm," they say "you must submit"
But submission is the dialect that fuels the bottomless pit.
The body cam is always offline when the truth decides to speak
And the scales of their blind justice are fundamentally rigged against the weak.
A - C - A - B: THE BADGE IS NOT A CROWN,
A - C - A - B: THE GUN IS NOT THE LAW
A - C - A - B: IT'S THE VIOLENT CONCLUSION OF A SYSTEM WITH A FATAL FLAW.
A - C - A - B: EVERY TIME THEY JUSTIFY THE CRUELTY THAT IS SOWN
A - C - A - B: THE LINE BETWEEN THE JUSTICE AND THE MALICE HAS CLEARLY OVERGROWN.
