War On Crime

by devereaux   Oct 8, 2013


It's time to get up I've had my rest,
The alarm went off; it's time to get dress.
I made it through the night, which can be scary,
After serving four years in the military.
But since I been back, I'm fighting, all the time,
Cause now my occupation, is the war on crime.
Running up and down alleys, and jumping over the fence,
My mind is alert, and I'm full of suspense.
Trying to catch the bad guy, before he hurts someone else,
Because he cares about noting, just only his self.
And it's me and my kind, who stand between him and the pain,
He's trying to in flick on society, but it's all in vain.
Cause I will catch him or kill him, the choice is his to make,
He's facing me now, and that's a big mistake.
Chose life or death, the choice is in his hand,
Cause I protect society, I'm a LAW MAN!
So disrespect the law, and I'm the one they call,
Cause I'm the man, with the gun,
Who's not afraid, of anyone.

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