Who am I to tell someone how to react
If they think they'll be shot in the back
Who am I to think I know the feeling
Of being chased with sirens screaming
I'd resist arrest too, but my skin is white
So I'd get a lawyer, and it'd be alright
I dare not tell you what I think within
Cops aren't all evil, although some are
But if they'd kill you for the black skin
Throw you down, keep you behind bars
Maybe we give them too much power