Paroles: KRS One. Ghetto Music: The Blueprint Of Hip Hop (BDP). Who Protects Us from You?.

Fy-ah! Come down fast
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?

Every time you say, "That's illegal"
Doesn't mean that that's true
(Uh-huh)

Your authority's never questioned
No one questions you, if I hit, you'll be killed
But you hit me? I can sue
(Order, order!)

Lookin' through my history book
I've watched you, as you grew
Killin' blacks and callin' it the law
(Bo, bo, bo!)

And worshiping Jesus too
There was a time when a black man
Couldn't be down wit your crew
(Can I have a job please?)

Now you want all the help you can get
Scared? Well ain't that true
(You goddamn, right)

You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Or should I say, who are you protecting?
The rich, the poor, who?

It seems that, when you walk the ghetto
You walk wit your own point of view
(Look at that gold chain)

You judge a man by the car he drives
Or if his hat, match his shoe
(Yo, you lookin' kinda fresh)

Well, back in the days of Sherlock Holmes
A man was judged by a clue, now he's judged by
If he's, Spanish, Black, Italian or Jew

So, do not kick my door down
And tie me up, while my wife cooks the stew
(You're under arrest)

'Cos you were put here to protect us
But who protects us, from you?

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