Where is the friendly, neighborhood
Super power
When you really need him.
If I woulda known
I woulda
Clocked a criminal
Thrown a thief
By my damn self.
But instead
He takes his time.
Victims growing more helpless by the second.
By the time you turn the corner
I’ve been shot down
And there was
Nothing you could do.
You seem to lack a conscience
So it doesn’t phase you
When I come back to haunt you.
It doesn’t phase you
When you bash my brother across the head because
He was unruly
It was in self defense.
And they let you get away
Every time.
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