He trades in sin, distributes flesh, He picks his fruit when it is fresh, Now someone must slap his whore, His heart has stopped he breathes no more.

You don't become a cop because you want to serve and protect. You join the force because they let you carry a gun and a badge. You do it because you get respect. Most people respect the badge. Everyone respects the gun.

A righteous man before me stands. A hero in these filthy lands. A brother in arms in heart are you. I was really hoping you get it too.