soundclip:
"Int: Ok Ronny, today I'll be giving you a psychiatric evaluation to determine if you're competent to enter into the police academy. So lets start with your background, where are you from?
R: Born and raised right here actually.
I: Oh local boy ok. And Ronny do you have any history of depression or psychosis or anything like that?
R: Uhh yeah but nothing worth mentioning. Just a little bipolar disorder not a big deal.
I: Oh, well are you taking any prescription medications?
I am pleased to announce that I am currently off all prescription medications.
I: Congratulations, why did the doctors take you off?
R: They didn't.
I: How are you feeling?
R: Great actually.
I: Why do you wanna become a police officer?
R: Well that's the big question now isn't it? I have a dream most nights. Starts on a playground there's kids swinging, laughing, dogs barking, butterflies flapping their wings.
And then you hear a rumbling. And over the horizon comes a black cloud. It's made of cancer and pus. It starts sweeping over the playground and everyone starts screaming and clawing their eyes and pulling their hair and saying Help! What do we do?"

They're not changing, they're not listening, they're not budging where they are is where they wanna stay.
Gotta exhaust each and every last cent. Justify the budget and contain the poverty.
It's ignorant diligence, an uprising's immanent. There's not one word that they heard us say. There's a dead decree of some false consent. There's a rot in the BPD.
There's a rot in the BPD

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R: You know what happens next? Out steps me, holding the biggest fucking shotgun you've ever seen in your life and you know what I do?
I blow every fucking thing away.

Who is that's up now?
Harrison is the next one to fail
One in an endless line of pathetic fall guys with the same districts to whip and assail
Good cop opens up their mouth
A conscious might lose their head
Dead rat on the desk left in the night to suggest you're dead by the culture they bred
So turn Harlem Park into a prison
Bottleneck and break up every march
Dox peaceful demonstrators with facial recognition then play dumb to the fires you spark

The counties look down and yell "Shell it out!" Put the money to a reaction
Silence as loud as the white people proud to demand violent action X2

Now we're fighting tooth and nail for status quo
The state is blue, the script is known
No conviction has been shown, who's buying the show?

We know who you are through and through
Words committed but untrue
And all you propose?
Imprison the youth

There's a hero at Mondawmin forced to take a stand
Thirteen years old with a rock in her hand

soundclip:
"R: I'm getting Gods work done. When it's all over and the dust is settled the whole world gathers below me. They say thank you Ronny, thank you for helping. For being a great man and doing this for us and you know what I say? You don't need to thank me I'm just a guy with a gun.
I'm just a cop."