ACAB

By Lizzy Katon

The kid’s got his friends        
Y´know the cops they broke in
Just to bring him down 
They got him down (Yeah, they knocked him down)

His hands turn into fists 
It's the end of our bliss 
He's got broken wrist (He's got broken wrist)

He fights for his rights
In the dead of night 
Ain't got a warrant for his arrest
They've got bulletproof vest 
Don't let them bring you down (He fell to the ground)
 
This is what he gets? 
It's never ¨how have you been?¨
They hate the color of his skin 
Why oh why must it be this way 
It'll never be okay 
There's no hope for this world