ICE Agent Lies

Middle fingers up to them ICE agent lies, You Kick down doors, then you wonder why we rise, Cold raids, cold hearts, cold dead eyes, ICE in my sights, see the people mobilize. Yo in these northern states, where the winters stay mean, the coldest thing here is the way you intervene, Unmarked vans creeping for peace But it look like a war when you huntin’ the weak. Untrained goons with some guns and…