The Real Bogeyman Lyrics/Music by Remo Conscious Verse 1 Gunshots rippin holes through my dreams at night Insomnia’s got me swingin’ at the sunlight I go 24 rounds with the clock that stays vibrant Like the red lights of a siren I see the vultures circling the avenue Attitude full tilt badge askew Police want to cease the heartbeat of the street They greet black and brown bodies like a Klan’s mans party Put your hands up, you’re under arrest if you breathe too loud might get a hole in your chest there is no equality their policy is simple Black, brown, yellow, guns to your temple they’ve got quotas to make and prisons to pack Prosecutors to pay to keep you locked in a trap it’s legalized slavery corporately sponsored Drop your childhood fears these are the real Bogie Monsters Chorus 1 Now the Bogeyman ain’t got soul Ya better watch your back when he’s on patrol He might beat you, rob you, or shoot you down The Bogeyman is in your town From East to West - North to South Scream if you know who I’m talkin’ about The Bogeyman Verse 2 Sidewalk cracks are full of dried up life and cried up tears from a young mans strife who never held a gun only a dark face was born in that place of poverty and waste Collided with the Bogeyman after dark With only concrete to witness why the gun barked Mother left alone hand clenching her heart As memories revealed his life from its start He was a brown eyed beautiful intelligent child Could have been a doctor, scientist, architect, president, intellect was evident But now the world is one mind further from excellence Though he held no weapon cop said he was threatening Perhaps he could see what this young man could be A leader for lost in this ghetto holocaust where you might bleed to death before you get free Chorus 2 Now the Bogeyman don’t give a damn If you see him run as fast as you can He’s licensed to kill so you better believe For shootin’ you dead he gets a two week leave He’s got chip on his shoulder, ego in his holster A bad attitude, he’s a terrible dude The Bogeyman Verse 3 Now what you hear is not a tale I’m telling it like it is From the Bay to the Bronx Miami to Shy Town you know him as a pig He likes to bang bang, beat up your body with a fist or a shotty Bogeyman gets naughty Shining lights in your face slappin’ cuffs on your wrist Planting evidence in your car Say San Quentin or Ricers Isle If you ever got down with the Bogeyman’s style Badge shiny as his gun keeping people on the run He doesn’t do it to be mean he does it just for fun You might hear him chuckle while your knees buckle Night sticks smash bone and muscle staying conscious is a must Cause if your eyes close many already know It’s ashes to ashes and dust to dust Chorus 3 I hope you all enjoyed my story ‘Bout the Bogeyman and his claim to glory Better know your rights and be ready to fight ‘Cause he’ll beat your dead in broad day light The badge, the gun, the code of silence The innocent trapped by the hands of violence
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 22:53:40 +0000
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