[Verse 1: Chris Martin] 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 Law of the jungle or the law of the street There's blood on, there's blood on the beat
[Chorus: Chris Martin] And I get no shelter And I get no peace And I never get released
[Verse 2: Chris Martin] 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
[Chorus: Chris Martin] 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
[Interlude: Young Men & Police Officer Philip Nace, Chris Martin] 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 gonna kick off someday) 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 jack shit 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?