Belly of the Beast - Quakers, Stanton Davis' Ghetto Mysticism

They screamin' officer down, I scream karma

Police cars swarmin' the block, ready to harm us

Ain’t no Juan or Yaran, you’re in a Palmer

Nation, where the fuck is the change Mister Obama?

A lot of promises were never kept, yeah

Them issues, they had no air time like Detlef Schrempf

I seen 'em run up in the court in a hurry

Judge up in the stand and he swung into the jury

There was a hustle and a bustle and a scurry

Then a loud barrat!

The rest kind of blurry, the gun clap

He shot it with a grin, ain’t a blood bath to wash away the sins

And he toss away the clip, then he run into the crowd

Bailiff and the plaintiff were all standin' around

They screamin' officer down, he scream yes please

Aimin' into a part of the crowd like it’s a red sea

All he seein' is red now especially when they shot Oscar Grant

And they were set free, revenge keeps ‘em lyin' awake

‘Cause he seen too many people that’s lyin' in wake

So they find that Jake dying for supplyin' them eights

And signs and race bind when they lyin' in wake

They tryin' to escape fine, he ain’t tryin' his case

They tryin' his patience, hopin' he die in his place

Welcome to the belly of the beast man

Where they put you in your grave in the precinct

Concrete stain all that remains, they leave the whole system in flames

System in flames, the belly of the beast, yeah the belly of the beast

Yeah the belly of the beast so mother-fuck the police, fuck the police