Justice: Page 2

Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be

Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see

The streets at an all-time high, the government at an all-time low

I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses

I'm sick of talkin' 'bout blunts, sick of Versace glasses

Sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows

Ronald Reagan was a actor, not at all a factor

Just an employee of the country's real masters

Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence

Budget cutbacks, but increased police presence

From Compton to Congress

Set-trippin' all around

Ain't nothin' new but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-icans

Red state versus a blue state—which one you governin'?

Every time I hear a brother call a girl a bitch or a ho

Tryna make a sister feel low

You know all of that gots to go

They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke (21)

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

I like Nike, but wait a minute

The neighborhood supports, so put some money in it

All corporations owe, they gotta give up the dough

To my town or else we gotta shut 'em down

what you don’t want to do is fight that kind of ignorance with ignorance.

I want to see 10 female rappers getting regular rotation. It can't be all about a man's opinion.

Guns make us feel powerful but they don’t do no good

Who shot Biggie Smalls, if we don't get them, they gon' get us all

Most of the problems that we have are brought on by the government and not by music.

Royalties, publishing, plus I own masters

I'll be damned if I slave for some white crackers

Nobody put the crack into the pipe

Nobody made you smoke off your life

The streets, the cops, the system, harassment (Uh-huh)

The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked (Aight)

The lawyers, the part they are of the puzzle (Uh-huh)

The release, the warning, "Try not to get in trouble" (Damn)

Learned the power of words when we was younger

Saying fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you

I seen a cell phone on the dash, could've sworn it's a gun

I ain't see a toddler in the back after firing seven shots

'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight

Dyin' on stolen land for a dollar like that ain't fucked up

Listen, a grain of salt'll tip the scales, it never fails

I'm in a iron chair, where people who care don't get the lion's share

I pledge no allеgiance, nigga, fuck the Presidеnt's speeches!

I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches

They declared a war on drugs, like a war on terror

But what it really did was let the police terrorize whoever

But mostly black boys, but they would call us "niggas"

And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers

'Cause slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison

You think I am bullshittin', then read the 13th Amendment

Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits

That's why they givin' drug offenders time in double digits

See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks

I get what I desire, it's my empire

And yes, I call the shots, I am the umpire

I sprinkle holy water upon a vampire

The same crime element that white people fear, black people fear.

It don't matter 'bout our valor if the system say we villains (Bussin' bricks, buss-buss-bussin' bricks now)

It don't matter if you Jamil Al-Amin or Jeffery Williams (Bussin' bricks now, buss-buss-bussin' bricks now)

'Cause yo' enemies the same and they will never see you different (Bussin' bricks, buss-buss-bussin' bricks now)

I'm a problem for Anthony Blair

Black women are so unprotected & we hold so many things in to protect the feelings of others w/o considering our own.

Whether you'll die or kill them, it's another brother dead

But I know you'll never get that through your head

Carolina home boy, you know we keep a Stackhouse

That's power when you know the game, I'm feeling like a Champ now

I went the rap route, homie get out the trap house

I want the power to be able rap 'bout what I rap 'bout

Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages (21)

Young, black, poor, ain't had a father since a baby

But look, come to my hood i'll show you desperation

Penitentiaries is packed with promise-makers

I’m attacking the stereotype. Drug dealers don’t drive ’98s.

I like going to areas where the murder rate is high and dropping it.

Yo, our activism attackin' the system, the Blacks and Latins in prison

Numbers have risen, they victims lackin' the vision

Shit, and all they got is rappin' to listen to

New slaves, but I'm still the master

Raised up where every mouth that speak the truth get taped shut

Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam, still

People lose hands, legs, arms, for real

Little was known of Sierra Leone

And how it connect to the diamonds we own

Another killing was reported on the evenin news

Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes

Tell these black kids they could be who they are

Dye your hair blue, shit, I'll do it too (What the fuck, nigga?)

Ready or not, refugees taking over

The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta

On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber (Drop bombs)

Crews run for cover, now they're under, pushing up flowers

Welcome to the hood, yeah, where niggas dyin' at (Dyin')

Same place where the best chicken gettin' fried at (Uh)

Same place where the police killin', tellin' lies at (Uh)

Black widow, young kiddo

Tear stained pillow, 'nother black man died

Wade in the water, I don't mean baptized

Dark ass times, can't bat no eye

Right is right, and wrong is wrong, and when people start getting it confused, that means they need to sit down with some real people.

If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me

Because the shit that I be saying ain't worse than no western movie

It is time to beat up prosecutors you don’t like at the voting booth. It is time to hold mayoral offices accountable, chiefs and deputy chiefs.

Anyone who doesn’t think that hip-hop is an intellectual genre, I think that assumption is rooted in racism.

For the ones whose body hung from a tree like a piece of strange fruit

Go hard, last words to the firing squad was, "Fuck you too"

It's a great feeling to not box yourself into anyone’s limitations or ideas or judgments.

This shit's awful, no matter what culture, it ain't normal

Men try and twist it and make it seem like it's your fault

You can't search me without probable cause

Or that proper ammunition they call reasonable suspicion

Listen, I'll bring friction to your whole jurisdiction

Prison kills your spirit, straight up. It kills your spirit. There is no creativity, there's none of that.

And they would take our drugs and moneys, as they pick our pockets

I guess that that's the privilege of policin' for some profits

Used to be a time I'd see it and not say it

Now I understand that woke folk be playin'