When cops are taking care of business I can understand   But the L.A. story's gone way out of hand   Their acts of aggression, they say they're justified   But it seems an obsession has started from the inside   They're shooting anyone who even tries to run   They're shooting little kids with toy guns   Take it to a jury but they don't give a damn   Because the one who tells the truth is always the policeman       Beat all the niggers   Beat whoever you see   Don't need a reason   (We're) L.A.P.D.       The city of L.A. feels like a prison    With helicopters overhead and bullets whizzing by   Martial law ain't no solution   Police brutality's just social pollution       Beat all the white trash   Beat whoever you see   Don't need a reason   (We're) L.A.P.D.       They say they're keeping the peace   But I'm not buying it because a billy club ain't much of a pacifier   "Protecting your freedom"   Now that's just a lie   It's an excuse for power that's more like an alibi   Law and order doesn't really matter   When you're the one getting bruised and battered   You take it to a jury, they'll throw it in your face   Because justice in L.A. comes in a can of mace