The point of this project is to tackle a social injustice and try and change the world. The song is split into two halves and explores the lives of two different people and their experiences with “officer White.” The first, a poor white teen with an addiction problem, living in poverty. The second, a well off black man who fit the description. We hope this song can help to raise awareness of the contrast between individual experiences with the justice system

Pt.1
I’m not a criminal I am just a fiend 
I’ve been sniffing blow ever since I was 16 
Does it makes sense that I wonder why 
I am being chased by a cop cause I can’t stop or i’ll die 

Memories of another time, a time when I lived in crime 
Of dad being dead, of living in the grime 
Grew up round gangs but never took part, 
But with nothing else, the drugs comforted my heart 

Blue and red flashes behind my head 
Running down the street wishing i was dead 
I want help but i will never get it 
I know the system will me make regret it 

Low on yay, been running since mid day 
Foot steps getting closer and before i get away 
Grabs me and cuffs me and read me rights 
Took down by the man named Officer White 


Pt.2
Never did crimes, but never been white 
The neighborhood I grew up in was alright 
Violins not violence that's my world 
Gotta shout loud to be heard 
Passing through a poor part of town 
Sun setting, going down 
Engine sputters, car stops 
I get out to take the walk 

I see the darkness, Locked doors 
Spray paint,Closed stores 
Different struggle, same skin 
While I'm there, I'm one of them. 
Raising my hood to block them out 
Raised in the hood, they scream and shout 
Jackets on, cold weather 
Cold water, no heater. 

Empty pockets, empty hands  
One purpose, feed the man 
Where am I? I see no evil  
Now more than ever I see my people  
Look here, the only difference  
While you take and receive we still give to the system 
I can still know that for me it was meant  
Even if I don't live it 100 percent  

Cold sirens far off 
Growing closer till they stop 
Hands up get down 
I duck look around 
Three shot two holes 
One life two souls 
When your dead you can’t hear your rights 
Shot down by the very same Officer White

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