the punks of these streets
they laugh at me now
my lights mean to run and hide
stray and feral.
alone in the night alone in my car
I get to thinking
about the steel bars and wire
I lock them up tight but they all get off free
no evidence to come forward
not guilty first
what is your new plea.
justice is frail
with a simple match, it will burst into fire
my lights they go off
and my ego is done
the world I live in
does not want a police officer

so I pull out my gun
cock the trigger
aim at the man who put my life in fire
I think twice and I act only once
a shot to the head and the news crews flutter
I have killed a man now.
my bullet in his head
I know that I will be fired
imprisoned
and tortured
but all is not lost
I have my gun for now
I pull the trigger one more time for good measure
slide on the rail
and out pops the shell
a bullet to the heart
this man goes straight to hell

to be set free is a wonderful thing
I remember the date well... it was last September
I shot 2 rounds into a gang leader
I tried to kill my self and put a bullet in my heart
dam gun jammed
and police were all over
but now I sit here reading my book
tucked away in my little rooms nook
what they told me was a crazy house
I found it to my desire.
no gangs anywhere
and no secret plot
all is seen
through my little window block

I see what I have done and I know it was bad,
I never tell my story to those fools on the outside
they all want to know me
know why and why not
how do I breathe the same air
use the same water
use the same kind of toilet
I am mad, this I know well
a Nazi in the paper
a skin head for those
but inside I am perfect
and I laugh at it now
I fucking killed a man
and I get a room all to my self.