Letter from L.A.

I've been down
 Slap my head with abandon
 Kick my gut while I'm still on the ground
 Crush me under your pressure
 Fuck me up while there's no-one around
 I'll just lie here smiling
 I'll just take it all
 Watch on your television
 See the way they batter me raw
 Then imagine my anguish
 As those four cops walk out of the door
 Maim my town with your anger
 Rob my friends of their jobs and their pride
 Loot and kill without feeling
 Join those cops on an adrenaline drive
 Watch on your television
 Shake your head and pity my race
 Safe down there in your distance
 Safe behind your smug pallid face
 Long white cloud in a dead sky
 Time will come when it happens to you
 Small events don't get on the news