Floyd Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

You'll laugh until that's you

And that cop has his knee on your Irish neck

You'll laugh until you don't

When the Nigger's the cop

And he's on top

Don't laugh

Until it's war

And your fighting for blood

Ready to die

And ready to rest in the land

And send your enemy to Hell

Don't laugh about the death of a man

While you still shop at the store

Just around the corner

We are still civilized now you know

And that could still be you

And that cop