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running from your love (timekode no love remix) - freak motif lyrics

[intro: lady c & *samples*]
i can shake it, i can take it
“there have been more than a few recent events of police brutality and police misconduct in montreal”
“constables edward ing and john cruz won’t go to jail for brutally beating richard moore, a 60*year old disabled man. in april 2009 he heckled the officers”
“this time it took three minutes for the police to start charging at protestors”
“another case of alleged excessive force, caught on video, and this makes three”
“today the judge decided he wouldn’t send the officers to jail, because it wouldn’t be safe for them.”
i can take it
“this is a public service announcement, sponsored by*” “timekode”
“and we have supporters everywhere, because the police brutality is something that does hurt, everyone in the world”

[verse 1: bender]
sociopath holding a badge carrying llamas
get harassed, patted down for the marijuana
safe to say that all of that isn’t very uncommon
corruption running up to justin and barry the bomber
half the public apathetic to a bad lieutenant
‘til they show up at your doorstep when you having breakfast
the mac*11 at your residence was a planted weapon
but the judge ain’t hearing that she wanna pass the sentence
for tamir rice and sammy yatim
and the families that grieved their losses at the hands of the beast
it’s state*sponsored terror, whether you get arrested
or k!lled on sight it’s just a question of your skin complexion
abusing women, getting strip*searched and tortured
shoot to k!ll and maybe you ain’t getting warned first
not just a few bad apples, no more sir
it’s time we took a f*cking ax to the whole orchard
preying on the homeless when they cold and starving
am i supposed to tell you truthfully this don’t alarm me?
the oligarchy on a witch hunt like joe mccarthy
seemed we crossed the rubicon without a roman army
there’s no disarming ‘em, slave to their fallacy
we’re plagued by this malady we’re placed on a balance beam
f*ck the bs and their old thug mentality
c*o*p*s, criminals on public salary
[verse 2: lady c & *samples*]
“you saw cops was corrupt when rodney king got f*cked up”
“what’s beef, cops k!lling n*ggas dead in the streets”
“‘cause to the cops shooting brothers is like playing baseball, and they’re never in a slump”
“one love to those that died in the field, so many names don’t got room to spin ‘em”
“this ain’t a game”
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, your love’s got me deep inside
we been playing hide*and*seek, but you always find me
“one love to those that died in the field”
i’m not ready for this love, my heart ain’t big enough
and love is higher than the stakes, and the levee ‘bout to break
“stakes is high, you know them stakes is high, when you talking ‘bout”
running, but i can’t seem to get away
running, it’s getting closer every day
and i can’t get away
“‘i’m in my car’
‘well you can step on out now’
‘i don’t have to step out of my car if i don’t*’
‘step out of the car, get out of the car now
i’m gonna remove you, i’m gonna yank you out’”
see i had plans for myself, didn’t involve n0body else
tried to resist, your gentle touch
but your love is just too much
“you about to break my wrist, can you stop…”
you see i don’t have the time, i got too much on my mind
[verse 3: hyfidelik]
what a tangled web we weave
they strangle necks and we heave out love songs until we can’t breathe
neo john wayne, color*phobious to the brain
trained by corporations and corruption and blame
gangs are an old sport, endorsed forced by the courts
bodyguards the hegemony for the cities and ports
same colonizer new uniform
same homicidal mind new design on how to k!ll a troubadour
new precinct, same old insane asylum
same beast, new bloated bellies more natives sit inside ‘em
two pigs park patrol, that’s slip, pop then roll
change clothes like pharrell, these sins burn my soul
pat on the back dodge the back of a paddywagon
no bragging but shed a tear for my homies they body [?], uh
two sides of a thug, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
for polices i ain’t got no love
sh*t i’m running

[outro: lady c & *sample*]
it’s getting closer every day
i can’t seem to get away
running
i can’t seem to get away
it’s getting closer every day
running from your love
it’s getting closer every day
“put your hands behind you head, put your hands behind your head, put your hands behind your head”

- freak motif lyrics

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