On an empty street in a Missouri town
Where all the cops are white
A black and white car crept along
Looking for a fight

Two unarmed boys were walking home
Unaware of being hunted
The patrol car turned the corner
They were unexpectedly confronted

The door flew open, an arm reached out,
Grabbed the kid by the throat
It was a white St. Louis cop,
He was a black kid, just old enough to vote

They tried to get away
But the shots instantly began
One boy hid behind a car,
The other held out his hands

I'm sure you know what happened next,
It happens all the time
No expensive trials, no jury,
Just execution for no crime

Another mother cried
Another mother cried

Keep the kids inside
Lock the doors and hide
The police are out tonight

The boy lie face down in the street
And he never had a gun
They left him there for all to see
The community was stunned

The police said it was justified
As the crowds began to form
That day the town of Ferguson
Stood against the uniform, they sang...

Keep the kids inside
Lock the doors and hide
The police are out tonight

They cooked up the usual story
Said he went for the cop's gun
Then they opened fire on the crowd
When they wouldn't turn and run

They sent in tanks and SWAT,
And smashed news cameras at the scene
They attacked our people
For a cop who killed an innocent teen

Is it any wonder why we never cry when a police dies?