Текст песни Red Streets

Killed on the streets - police brutality

My community, as the enemy

State genocide - police chiefs lies

Tonight I am not gonna die

They hate me, for who I am

The red of my skin

Just crack my skull, watch blood spill

They're going in for the kill

Blood ran cold on these winter streets

A community victimized by the brutality
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Blood ran cold on these winter streets

A community controlled by poverty

Another day, another frozen body

Unrecognizable, beaten so badly

Does it really matter who it was?

"Gang" member, not a 15 year old kid

Years of state oppression

They never answered my question

They still deny it was genocide

We will see the warriors rise