My Boots

I wake up everyday, 
I put a target on my back, 
I say goodbye, 
Never knowing it’s my last, 

I made a commitment to help those in need, 
And lock away those with evil deeds, 
You don’t know what I know, 
And I know these fucking streets.

So quick to hate what you don’t know, 
Yet claim you know everything about my life,
It’s easy to hide behind a doe,
But never been at the end of a knife…. Multiple times.

Tell me how you know what it’s like, 
To rescue a baby on the verge of OD and nothing behind her eyes, 
And for her to resemble someone in your life, 
I promise you, this shit is hard. 
Id almost rather get shot at.

Oh yea that’s right, you think I’m out here arresting people but forget I’m usually the first on scene, 
Before fire and before EMS, 

I cut people breaks but you think I’m out here cutting people’s lives, 
If you step back, you’ll realize no two cops are exactly alike. 

Sure I send people to jail, just like the dude touching his daughter, 
or the one on the way to commit homicide of his ex wife, 
Or the dude who stabbed his dad 28 times and because we got there we saved his life. 
Or what about the drunk girl who ran over a dude on his bike out on Thomas drive? 
Ever seen someone’s skin remain intact but completely detached from the muscles of the face? 
To the point when we did CPR it looked like the girl who turned into a blueberry in Willy wonka? 

Of course not, but these are things I live with everyday. 
And still choose to do it because I serve nothing sitting behind a chair pushing a pencil. 

Do you know how conflicting it is to feel like getting shot at is easier? 
Atleast I can do something, 
But what can I do when I get on scene when this baby is gone and I gotta tell the mother, father, and siblings it’s gonna be alright? (It’s not) 

Now I gotta come home and look that same baby in the eyes and my wife oblivious to if I’m alright. And when I shut my eyes that baby is still right there in my mind? 

Oh right, I’m suppose to be arresting people, targeting certain people like it’s in some email chain to lock up a certain amount of people each day when I’m just trying to get through my own day. 

But tell me how you know more, when I live and breathe in these streets. 
You encounter law enforcement every so often,
I encounter people having the worst days of their life every shift. 
Seeing that pain of these people gives me more empathy than you could ever have. 

But I come back out, 
Say bye to my family, 
Never knowing if it’s my last….

And I’ve made peace with that…

You can’t kill me, 
I’ve already killed myself, 
Battling the memories, 
Bottling it up, letting it out, then putting it back on a shelf, 

Now I don’t wanna die, 
But if you think you could take my life, (you’re wrong) 
Cause I’ve made peace, 
And I can’t go down without a fight.

So scream ACAB, fuck 12, and your normal mantra’s, 
Cause while I’ve seen enough miles in other people’s shoes…


You can never claim you can even walk in inch in my boots…

Hardcore hip hop, boom bap, gangsta rap, male, trauma rap, first responder