Law-Abiding Ain’t The Problem

[Verse 1]
Scroll feed, see another ban
Suit ties say they got a plan
Photo ops, they just shakein’ hands
While real ones get cuffed for a metal stamp
Safe locked, did the course, passed class
Background check, every form, every fax
Name clean, but they paint me bad
Like I’m one step from a body bag
Downtown, kid gets shot, that’s tragic
But they chase stats with a pen, not a tactic
Soft on the ones that really do harm
Hard on the farmer with tools on the farm
They preach care while they sign that page
Turn trust into fear, fear into cage
Call it “safety,” but the story bent
Rights on the table at the parliament
[Chorus]
We ain’t the problem
Law-abiding, still they aim at us
Talk tough, but they blame us
While real crime runnin’ wild in the dust
We ain’t the problem
Try to paint halos on the corrupt
Take my freedom, say it’s “for my good”
But it’s criminals, criminals messin’ this up
[Verse 2]
New bill, new press, same script
“Think of the kids” on their tongue-tip
But the gangs get tools from a backdoor ship
And the crown cut deals with a light-tight grip
Granddad’s rifle in a locked up room
They list that down like a future doom
Meanwhile, street deals under neon gloom
And a judge sends a shooter back out too soon
They tax high, then they talk “trust us”
Smile big over catered lunches
Private guards at their marble halls
While they strip rights off the folks in the stalls
Tell me, who’s safer when they tag my gear?
Who’s safer when a good guy’s nowhere near?
Disarm hearts, then you shape that fear
Into votes, into seats, year after year
[Chorus]
We ain’t the problem
Law-abiding, still they aim at us
Talk tough, but they blame us
While real crime runnin’ wild in the dust
We ain’t the problem
Try to paint halos on the corrupt
Take my freedom, say it’s “for my good”
But it’s criminals, criminals messin’ this up
[Bridge]
If I did wrong, come take that ride (come take it)
But if I’m clean, why you at my side? (why you there?)
Why the list, why the threat, why the stare?
When the real bad actors don’t even care
You write laws that the crooks don’t read
But you read me like a planted seed
Blame the branch while you water the root
Then act shocked when the poison fruits
[Chorus]
We ain’t the problem
Law-abiding, still they aim at us
Talk tough, but they blame us
While real crime runnin’ wild in the dust
We ain’t the problem
Try to paint halos on the corrupt
Take my freedom, say it’s “for my good”
But it’s criminals, criminals messin’ this up

rap, Boom-bap hip-hop with a cold, cinematic feel; dusty drums, eerie piano loop, and deep bass. Verses tight and percussive, male vocals spitting with clipped aggression; hook opens wider with stacked gang vocals on key phrases. Occasional vinyl crackle and distant siren FX for atmosphere, short filtered beat drop into the final chorus for extra impact., hip hop