(Verse 1)
I can't believe people say you a hater
Just because we called for help and you came an hour later
Maybe you was extra busy stoppin' criminal acts
Some even said you pull people over because they black
All of ya'll are doin' great jobs keepin' ya scope on us
And I refuse to believe you would plant some dope on us
They had to be wrong if you busted in their residence
They even lied and said you created fictional evidence
I gotta commend how you handle situations
Shot a youngsta' beat his mama and got a paid vacation
I know its hard bein' you, so why would they question?
And everything you do we know its all for our protection
Passin' through our neighborhoods spyin' at night
Some consider it harassment and denyin' our rights (Not me)
You had to have a good reason for attemptin' to hurt us
Cause I know that ya'll would never ever do it on purpose
(Chorus)
Dear Mr. Policeman
Why is everybody trippin I just don't understand
I know you out here in the streets doin the best that you can
If I could meet you face to face I would shake your hand
(x2)
(Verse 2)
Dear Mr. Policeman
Them tickets you wrote for me costed over a grand
Didn't think that I was speeding but you got me because
And since I know you wouldn't tell a lie, I guess that I was
Kinda strugglin' so to not pay 'em is threatenin' my freedom
Thanks for showin' up at court to make sure I didn't beat 'em
And we don't make it easy when we see ya'll comin'
Instead of just lettin' you beat us we be strugglin' and runnin'
I know you hate it when we make you have to use that stick
And by the way that tazer and that pepperspray did the trick
I'm still walkin' funny, hope my vision kicks back in
I know that I was wrong sir I'll never J-Walk again
Somebody told me you was jealous cause that car was brand new
I said, The police jealous? that could never be true
Maybe one day I can be as clever as you
You care about us, so you monitor whatever we do
(Hah)
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Pardon me Mr. Policeman
These cuffs are cuttin' off the blood flow to my hands
It's amazing how you kicked that dude all in his face
And beat the case even though they had it all on tape
I know you love the people in the hood, how could you fake it?
And that missing drug money, I know you didn't take it
I don't understand why people accuse you of hate
I know you only follow us to make sure that we're safe
I saw 9 of ya'll against 1, beatin' 'em brainless
That 65 year old woman must of really been dangerous
Cleanin' up the streets is your top priority
You qualified for this, why would we question your authority?
You only workin' hard, followin' and trainin'
Why the hell all the Mexicans and Blacks complainin'?
You gotta be the closest thing I've seen to perfect
And everybody that you locked up, they had to deserve it
(Yeah)
(Chorus/Outro)
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