Trouble in town Because they cut my brother down Because my sister can't wear her crown There's trouble, there's trouble in town Blood on the beat (oh-oh) Oh my goodness, there's blood on the beat Lore of the jungle or the law of the street There's blood on, there's blood on the beat And I get no shelter And I get no peace And I never get relief Trouble in town (oh-oh) Because they hung my brother Brown Because their system just keep you down There's trouble, there's trouble in town And I get no shelter And I get no peace And I just get more police, eh And I get no comfort And I get no name Everything is gettin' strained Best friends What's that? What's his name? X (standby, sir) Alright, is that X your middle name? Of course, it's on a vehicle ID, right? (There must be some way) You gettin' smart? 'Cause you'll be in a fucking car with him I'm telling you Fucking smartass (Or it's going to kick off some day) I'm asking you what the X is, is that your middle name? Of course, what is it? Don't come back with the: What is it? Fucking shit (There must be some way) Talk to these fucking pigs on the street that way, you ain't talking to me that way I don't talk to nobody in the streets, I don't hang with nobody Well then don't come to fucking Philadelphia, stay in Jersey I have family out here Everybody thinks they're a fucking lawyer and they don't know jackshit Are you supposed to grab me like this? Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to You're not protecting me while I'm trying, while I'm trying to go to work Why don't you shut up? Jikelele, jikelele Jikelele, jikelele Jikelele, jikelele Jikelele, jikelele