Jan 12, 2018
For the nights on the streets, the one to pick me back up was no figure of authority nor a parental figure. It was me, friends and the people who understood the struggle. A song dedicated to the cops who stopped to not help but to try and lock me away for “public drinking” in the dead of night. My condolences to the pigs, yet to meet a cop whos entitlement isn't set on arrest quotas..... Yall talk the talk but ur actions are what count and ill say, police reputation is as colorful as black and white, pure blanket statements of state law
