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Walking by the highway, with a six string on my back
A cop pulls me over, just cause I look black.
I could be a musician, or some variety
But now I'm facing charges, as a threat to society!
Oh, Sirens wail, I'm locked in jail, where is Rodney King?
Racist cops are on my back, where is my attorney?
Sirens wail, I'm locked in jail, where is Rodney King?
Racist cops are on my back, where is my attorney?
Drug tests are in order, because I looked "high"
One swears that he saw me, once in a drive-by
A couple hours later, another man came in...
They caught the Cuban selling drugs; I look nothing like him!
Oh, sirens wail, I'm locked in jail, where is Rodney King?
Racist cops are on my back, where is my attorney?
Sirens wail, I'm locked in jail, where is Rodney King?
Racist cops are on my back, where is my attorney?
Racist cops are on my back, where is my attorney?