The Brat Attack - Red Streets lyrics

k**ed 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 k** 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