Текст и слова песни The Brat Attack – Red Streets
Killed on the streets - police brutality
My community, as the enemy
State genocide - police chiefs lies
Tonight I am not gonna die
They hate me, for who I am
The red of my skin
Just crack my skull, watch blood spill
They're going in for the kill
Blood ran cold on these winter streets
A community victimized by the brutality
Blood ran cold on these winter streets
A community controlled by poverty
Another day, another frozen body
Unrecognizable, beaten so badly
Does it really matter who it was?
"Gang" member, not a 15 year old kid
Years of state oppression
They never answered my question
They still deny it was genocide
We will see the warriors rise
My community, as the enemy
State genocide - police chiefs lies
Tonight I am not gonna die
They hate me, for who I am
The red of my skin
Just crack my skull, watch blood spill
They're going in for the kill
Blood ran cold on these winter streets
A community victimized by the brutality
Blood ran cold on these winter streets
A community controlled by poverty
Another day, another frozen body
Unrecognizable, beaten so badly
Does it really matter who it was?
"Gang" member, not a 15 year old kid
Years of state oppression
They never answered my question
They still deny it was genocide
We will see the warriors rise
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