Song Description

A song about police who commit brutality.

Lyrics

Verse 1
Gunshots rippin holes through my dreams at night
Insomnia?s got me swingin? at the sunlight
I go 24 rounds with the clock that stays vibrant
Like the red lights of a siren
I see the vultures circling the avenue
Attitude full tilt badge askew
Police want to cease the heartbeat of the street
They greet black and brown bodies like a Klan?s mans party
Put your hands up, you?re under arrest
if you breathe too loud might get a hole in your chest
there is no equality their policy is simple
Black, brown, yellow, guns to your temple
they?ve got quotas to make and prisons to pack
Prosecutors to pay to keep you locked in a trap
it?s legalized slavery corporately sponsored
Drop your childhood fears these are the real Bogie Monsters

Chorus 1
Now the Bogeyman ain?t got soul
Ya better watch your back when he?s on patrol
He might beat you, rob you, or shoot you down
The Bogeyman is in your town
From East to West - North to South
Scream if you know who I?m talkin? about
The Bogeyman

Verse 2
Sidewalk cracks are full of dried up life and
cried up tears from a young mans strife
who never held a gun only a dark face
was born in that place of poverty and waste
Collided with the Bogeyman after dark
With only concrete to witness why the gun barked
Mother left alone hand clenching her heart
As memories revealed his life from its start
He was a brown eyed beautiful intelligent child
Could have been a doctor, scientist, architect, president, intellect was evident
But now the world is one mind further from excellence
Though he held no weapon cop said he was threatening
Perhaps he could see what this young man could be
A leader for lost in this ghetto holocaust
where you might bleed to death before you get free

Chorus 2
Now the Bogeyman don?t give a damn
If you see him run as fast as you can
He?s licensed to kill so you better believe
For shootin? you dead he gets a two week leave
He?s got chip on his shoulder, ego in his holster
A bad attitude, he?s a terrible dude
The Bogeyman

Verse 3
Now what you hear is not a tale I?m telling it like it is
From the Bay to the Bronx Miami to Shy Town you know him as a pig
He likes to bang bang, beat up your body with a fist or a shotty
Bogeyman gets naughty
Shining lights in your face slappin? cuffs on your wrist
Planting evidence in your car
Say San Quentin or Ricers Isle
If you ever got down with the Bogeyman?s style
Badge shiny as his gun keeping people on the run
He doesn?t do it to be mean he does it just for fun
You might hear him chuckle while your knees buckle
Night sticks smash bone and muscle staying conscious is a must
Cause if your eyes close many already know
It?s ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Chorus 3
I hope you all enjoyed my story
?bout the Bogeyman and his claim to glory
Better know your rights and be ready to fight
?Cause he?ll beat your dead in broad day light
The badge, the gun, the code of silence
The innocent trapped by the hands of violence
The Bogeyman