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(Fy-ah! Come down fas'...)
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You were put here to protect us
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But who protects us from you?
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Every time you say "That's illegal"
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Doesn't mean that that's true (Uh-huh)
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Your authority's never questioned
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No-one questions you
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If I hit you I'll be killed
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But you hit me? I can sue (Order! Order!)
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Lookin' through my history book
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I've watched you as you grew
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Killin' blacks and callin' it the law
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(Bo! Bo! Bo!) And worshipping Jesus too
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There was a time when a black man
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Couldn't be down wit' your crew (Can I have a job please?)
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Now you want all the help you can get
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Scared? Well ain't that true (You goddamn right)
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You were put here to protect us
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But who protects us from you?
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Or should I say, who are you protecting?
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The rich? the poor? Who?
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It seems that when you walk the ghetto
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You walk wit' your own point of view (Look at that gold chain)
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You judge a man by the car he drives
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Or if his hat match his shoe (Yo, you lookin' kinda fresh)
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Well, back in the days of Sherlock Holmes
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A man was judged by a clue
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Now he's judged by if he's Spanish,
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Black, Italian or Jew
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So do not kick my door down and tie me up
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While my wife cooks the stew (You're under arrest!)
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Cos you were put here to protect us
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But who protects us from you?
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(A public service announcement brought to you by the scientists of
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Boogie Down Productions. Fy-ah! Come again...)
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Who Protects Us From You?
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| Boogie Down Productions |
