Tornup - The Trust

Dispatched
Another 63 that turns to a 12 quickly
The speed will give you whiplash
On your trip, fast, you discern to yourself
What was the race of this resister?
Was our purpose upheld?
You get a call like this, you're hoping that it's worth it to help
That a fellow officer of the law didn't burn it to Hell
It seems unlikely, but the nightly news has learned it can sell
And a riot's a night away from citizens learn who fell

I feel a distance between us
You say it's 'cause I'm on a pedestal
I say it's 'cause I see a scene with completeness
And that's not something I can talk about in any arena
There's a process
There's subpoenas
But you say my silence is weakness
Because to you, I'm not a human from the start
I'm a thug for the government playing his part
No compassion or heart
But my job is to defend all in a system that isn't pretend
My only means of authority comes from this democracy's end

And then...
I arrive on the scene
The back of an officer (condition: pristine)
A kid twice his size dead
His blood is pooled in the street
Down from the sidewalk where he lied from multiple shots to the spleen

And I figured if you were here, we'd probably think think the same thing
Added, I know this cop's a hothead and his background's unclean
And it's low-lives like these who make a nightmare of dreams
That any of us could feel protected from a lawless extreme
But this is that 'cause we took an oath that said we'd die to save a stranger
And here, we're taking lives outside of clear and present danger
Hopson says, "This motherfucker tried to fight me! He's a criminal!"
Responding to my non-verbal judgment: quiet, subliminal

Now, cops who give a damn will tell each other, "This too shall pass..."
While the city's resources will go to save his ass
All so the record shows that we were never wrong
But we were wrong
And the things that they said were happening
Are happening

Written by:
Torry Finley

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