1) Who’s that runnin’ from the scene of the crime?
Looks like a kid. This one’s mine.
Maybe a black boy or a Mexican kid
It really doesn’t matter what he did
The bottom line is I’m not interested in his side
2) Gonna work him over, rough him up
Let’s get those handcuffs on this pup
Resisting arrest, that’s what it’s called
We’ll make him sweat, we’ll make him crawl
Put that little badass up against the wall, terrified
Justice denied, justice, justice denied, justice denied
Well, my job here is to make my case
It’s easy to do with a black boy’s face
And if what I say and the truth ain’t the same
Bein’ a cop is like playin’ a game
I got the power, he gets the blame
If he didn’t do it, that’s a shame, I don’t decide
3) Who’s that runnin’ from the scene of the crime?
She looks Indian. She’s all mine.
We do what we want, that’s no surprise
Who knows where the truth really lies?
We’ve got the perfect little alibis, we can hide
Justice denied, justice, justice denied, justice denied, justice denied