Crooked Cops, Crowded Cells

[Verse 1]
Blue lights flashin, heart rate racin
Hands on the dash, they already accusin
Badge on his chest, but the truth evasive
Body cam off, now the story confusin
Mama on the porch, sayin "baby be careful"
They look at our skin, never look at our person
He call for backup, I call that a threat
He call it "procedure," I call it a hunt
Paperwork twisted, they write they own fiction
Checkin that box, "he resisted, addiction"
Meanwhile phone film every last second
Upload, outrage, then the next name mentioned
[Chorus]
Crooked cops lyin, judges denyin bond
Black sons, black daughters, barely makin dawn
Prisons overcrowded, packed like they belong
But we still sing loud, this our freedom song (yeah)
Crooked cops lyin, judges denyin bond
Turn a traffic stop to a life all gone
They stackin up cells, we stackin up wrongs
One day that wall gon fall from these songs
[Verse 2]
He stand in the court with his suit too big
Public defender got a stack, won't dig
Judge check the clock, say "wrap it up quick"
Gavel hit wood, that’s a life they pick
Mama sellin plates just to pay that bail
They raise that number just to watch her fail
He sit in that tank, count paint, lost track
Calendar flip, still ain’t comin back
They buildin new wings while they closein our schools
Call it "tough love," just a cage for the poor
Profit in the pity, money made off pain
Turn our block tears to a private plane
[Chorus]
Crooked cops lyin, judges denyin bond
Black sons, black daughters, barely makin dawn
Prisons overcrowded, packed like they belong
But we still sing loud, this our freedom song (hey)
Crooked cops lyin, judges denyin bond
Turn a traffic stop to a life all gone
They stackin up cells, we stackin up wrongs
One day that wall gon fall from these songs
[Bridge]
I ain’t just mad, I’m movin, I’m marchin (marchin)
Names on my shirt, every step, we starvin
For a lil justice, more than a slogan
For a real future, not these cages closin
Hands up high for the ones they took
Hands on the pen, we gon rewrite books
From the first breath cried to the last bell rung
We the jury now, and the verdict sung
[Chorus]
Crooked cops lyin, judges denyin bond
Black sons, black daughters, barely makin dawn
Prisons overcrowded, packed like they belong
But we still sing loud, this our freedom song
Crooked cops lyin, judges denyin bond
We the ones standin when the night feels long
They stackin up cells, we stackin up songs
And every last bar make the chain less strong

rap, Gritty boom-bap knock with deep, swinging drums and eerie chopped soul samples; male vocals spitting urgent, clear bars. Verses stay close and conversational, voice right up front; hook widens with stacked call-and-response chants. Occasional DJ-style cuts and filtered drops between sections to let key lines echo and hit harder.