Long Arm of the Law

Yaya, yayaya, yayaya, yayaya
 Yo, when the long arm of the law
 Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
 Police cars passing you, on dark avenues
 Mag-lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
 Breaking you down, smashing you (smashing you)
 On the concrete, you find out you can't compete
 With the number one thief on the street
 I tried to tell you that back, on the biggest hustle track
 It's OK to sell crack, if the cops got your back
 And they certainly will, if they're on your payoff
 They know that if they fuck around, they're getting laid off
 And to the cops, to the average citizens, a clean conscience
 compared to a steady income, that's nonsense
 That's why I stay getting busted for bullshit charges
 More than one time, one time, came around
 This what went down
 När ja å Tommy var i Burlöv, du kommer ihåg, eller hur bög?
 -Jorå schlook, vi hade just fotat pieces
 Now we're getting fucked by the long dick of the law
 Inflicting social diseases cause they use no protection
 Judge slammed the hammer, D.A. got an erection
 Wouldn't even give me a public defender
 For such a small case, not paying on the trains
 Still they wanted four thousand kronors, from my bank account
 I thought that was a too big amount
 But the judge didn't had no sympathy on me
 All on his mind are I committed (unhearable)
 But I wasn't fighting - No war (no waaar)
 So why they 'affi send a mailman with a ticket to mi door -ah to mi doooor
 I was only trying to make a wholecar - A wholecar
 The Bigfoot beast wanna arrest thy, and they wanna put thy behind bars -In just a blur, in just a blur
 Free Mumia Abu Jamal
 (Check it out ya, yayaya)
 Yo, when the long arm of the law
 Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
 Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
 Mag-lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
 Breaking you down, smashing you
 Yo, when the long arm of the law
 Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
 Police cars passing you, on dark avenues
 Mag-lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
 Breaking you down, smashing you
 Asking you "what", "why", "when"
 And "Where at were you?"
 "And with whom", so you is innocent till proved (yea, yea)
 They're in the wrong mood, you're in the wrong goove
 Or you might look kinda rude, eitherways you're getting screwed
 Told what not to do, how to improve the system
 By not making moves, not questioning rules
 Not being concerned with, who's getting beat and bruised
 Who's being abused, well well
 I got news for those who belive the police doing their work right
 My man from back home, killed this kid in a fight
 Had to do social-work, he got arrested a few times
 But never had to do time, never paid no fines
 This other cat, he goes trace, with official failance
 Which equals, a loss of cash money for the government
 They couldn't prove his guilt, as he stood in silence
 But since that crime was economical
 They bent every law and paragraph they could find to lock him up
 Now what does that teach us - They don't give a fuck
 If you hurt flesh and blood that don't cross nothing
 But you'll get like twelve months for material destruction
 Yo, that's disgusting
 So when the long arm of the law's trying to get it's grip
 Grip your middle finger and split
 (yo, split)
 ya, wa wa
 Yo, when the long arm of the law
 Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
 Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
 Mag-lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
 Breaking you down, smashing you
 It's like this, I'm opressed by the whole system
 That's why I diss 'em, no fake ass-kissing
 Yo listen, recently I had to pay a visit
 To Malmoe courthouse, two-thousand crowns if I miss this, so skip it
 I went down there to be confronted
 I denied the whole scenario, said I couldn't have done it
 Nine thirty in the morning meet my lawyer
 He said it looks kinda bad, they got witnesses and all that - Fuck that!
 I still feel like I am innocent
 You think I wrote B.I.F on Mac D without a reason
 Yo, I'm stuck, it's like David versus Goliath
 A lonely man, versus the corruption of liars
 Don't expect silence though, I make noise till ya ears bleed
 And make you all scrap paint until I stop breath
 Belive me, I know the time when it's on
 Cosmic, lyrically I rock in Babylon
 -But yo Cos, what happened on that trial incident?
 You know the same old song
 They find my story insufficient, mistreated, defeated and mentally harassed
 An outcast, who's done for punishment at last
 Yo, ya, wa, check
 Yo, when the long arm of the law
 Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
 Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
 Mag-lights flashing you, pigs harassing you
 Breaking you down, smashing you
 Government taxing you, turning backs on you
 If you got the wrong sex, and the wrong accent too
 The wrong attitude, living at the wrong latitude
 Still they want your ass to show gratitude