Author: flyagaric23

Dressed up like an outlaw from bottom to tops
Question authority, scrutinize cops drinking tea in my flipflops 
It’s a day job being a bobby, you supposed to stop robbery and
Stand up for justice, not kneel on the neck, let’s discuss this 

I ask all cops and bobbies to search their soul 
To look into their title, their stereotype and role 
I do the same as a musician and artist 
I ask myself, am I lazy, contributing to society 
What are my morals ethics and code of conduct 
Just try to be nice, just don’t fucking murder anybody. 
So cops hear me now, what is it you stand for? 
The protection of people requires more candour 
The origins of the word Police is polite 
What the hell are you doing out there tonight? 

The Polis is the state 
And the policy is the state, but 
Polite is the plight of the people with all due respect
The people YOU are supposed to serve and protect 
Just try and be polite when you break up a fight 
Consider who’s bidding you’re doing 
To be blunt, who’s agenda in office are you serving? 
Who do you stand for, for who do you kneel? 

I don’t want to give all police a hard time 
There’s good cops and bad cops like butchers and Taxi drivers 
But now’s the time to stand up, once again, and shout NO! 
There’s a clear racist agenda in many cop gangs 
Let’s not escalate into pop-shots and bangs 

Stand up and protest with us 
Join the calls for justice for justice 
Look your partners in the eye and talk about this 
No, it’s not as bad as it is in the U.S 
But all cops worldwide should confess 
They distance themselves from this murder mess 
Prove their benevolence and stand up 
To a public scrutiny test. 

Like if a popular rock drummer strangled a security guard
For demanding he show his wrist band or card 
Live on stage live on film, you might understand 
I would write a statement on behalf of all good drummers 
I would distance myself from this monster with a passion 
This killer who happens to share my profession 
Why don’t you, coppa? 
I’d sit down with any of you motherfuckers over a cuppa’ 
We can trade stories, tit for tat 
You tell of your terror and I tell of mine, how’s that? 
We can trade footage of beatings, murder and crime 
You show me your criminals, I’ll show you mine
Of non-violent crime, like growing weed which is fine. 

And what about the culture, ever thought to protect that 
How many raves, festivals, and parties have you shut? 
How many corporate CEOs, Royals, Ministers 
Presidents and Tsars did you protect? 
You weigh it up for me, I’m here twisting my drum sticks 
Ready for your cop marching band of rednecks
Ready for your bullhorn with my mic, tongue flex.

No violence just words and video and sounds 
We do art battle, peaceful yet piercing 
Not violent but inciting thoughts 
Artists don’t need policing like the fans of foot sports 
So celebrate your good cops whomever they may be 
Just don’t show me Dirty Harry, he’s fiction from TV
I ask you again as I’m spread up on the wall 
Cops, what, who and why do you stand for who you stand for? 

–Squintin Quarantino 

30/05/2020