Lyrics:
doing justice to all
The people that feel like I do cause for
Every person who doesn't understand it is
There is a person who feels like me
Who feels like
the police
Think we thugging cuz we let our pants sag
Judge a book by the cover thats really sad
R.I.P to the ones who is dead and gone
Give us justice
ain't fuckin' with society
Justice ain't free, therefore justice ain't me
So I justify his name on obituary
Why you wanna see a good man with a broken
of
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Ow
Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind
'Cause you know I wanna get it in (ya mean?)
And tell me why
2014
I Took the first right
Left, then right again
Walking down Bay Street
Where the sirens parade
This is Staten Island
Run by Italian
Street gangs
As the sun goes down, I move around
Keeping to the shadows
Life hangs by a thread
And I've heard it said
That I'll not see tomorrow
If that's
been messin' with
So gear up for justice and shout with all your might
With any luck we'll make this a historic night
These acts of evil, they won't be
Crawford)
Say their names
(Michael Brown)
Say their names
(Ezell Ford)
Say their names
(Dante Parker)
Every day we dying in the streets
Tired of the crooked
to get by
Some chose to go to school
But came back uneducated
Some dudes been brainwashed
And it’s pretty calculated
In the street
Shit is always hot
Mmm street not safe
Too much problems
Can't handle that
Problematic hood
Gánster dudes
What choices u have
Freedom or lock yourself behind the bars
choses puissent changer
Better day better day
Jsais pus quel gods faut prier
C'pas une histoire du passé
Le combat est real
trop pas terminé
No justice
brown justice
Uh woah ohh, uh woah yeah
Flying bum
Flying bum
Muggers on the street
There's turd upon your cheek
Your victim gets away
My god you
the justice league
All these kingpin rappers experience battle fatigue
You steppin into the chunin exams you ready fam
We coming for that w pulled the eight
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
I speak a new language of love
Some say that it is written in the circle
Others that it is written in the sun
But I protect myself by seeing
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
Killa back to bust
Just us for the justice, In God We Trust
I rush truth to the youth - and shine the light
Take the red pill, open up ya eyes to life
In
***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
warrants
Until we burn this country down there ain’t no justice for us
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even
From the slaveship to the chain
From the task master's whip to my brain
Kidnapped, enslaved, raped
And killed by the lynch clan
Again and again
Is it
the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused
For the price of promotion
And justice to sell
May the judged by their judges when they
WHAT YOU ONCE BELIEVED IN NOW YOU TAKE THE PISS
BY WORD OF MOUTH AND NEGATIVE PRESS
What goes through your mind is a mystery
You watch street bands
cars take a look
Paid by daddy's big cheque book
Your rebellion stands at the back of the club
Inking down notes with the bands blood
WE WANT JUSTICE
of
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Ow
Baby, you don't have to try to read my mind
'Cause you know I wanna get it in (ya mean?)
And tell me why
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