Justice: Page 3

Hip-hop is informed by the struggle. It always has been. It came from Africa Bambaataa talking about peace, love, unity — and having fun. You can’t leave out the fun, but you can’t forget the rest either.

We're just brothers on the streets killin' brothers

This system has us geared to kill one another

So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now

Each and every day as I comb my city streets

Sometimes I wish I never had been a part of this mess

'Cause the system got us fucked up

Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge

Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins

Systemic racism kills our spirit. It kills our drive. It kills our souls. It kills our dreams and it kills our body with bullets

People told me slow my roll, I'm screamin' out, "Fuck that"

I'ma do just what I want, lookin' ahead, no turnin' back

So why you criticize me

For the shit that you see on your tv

That rates worse than PG

Not for one second I believe what you're telling me

I know you invented disease and sell the remedy

I guess the pigs split wigs for the greater good

Cause I ain't seen them lock a swine up yet

Those who think it's dirty have a choice

Pick up the needle, press pause, or turn the radio off

I’m mad as hell. I woke up wanting to see the world burn yesterday, because I’m tired of seeing black men die.

Socialism to me is the fire department, the post office, the police department. Imagine if these things were privatised?

Little else can rival freedom for me.

Ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich?

The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream

You put your hands on me again I'll put your ass in handcuffs

White men run this, they don't want this kind of passion (Talk)

A black woman story, they don't want this kind of rapping (Talk)

I'm about to change the focus from the richest to the brokest

Crucifixion ain't no fiction

So-called chosen frozen

Apology made to whoever pleases

Still they got me like Jesus

Burn, Hollywood, burn, I smell a riot goin' on

First they're guilty, now they're gone

Yeah, I'll check out a movie

But it'll take a Black one to move me

Cues to the evenin' news, make sure you ill-advised

Got you celebratin' the generators of genocide

Any good deed is pummeled, punished, and penalized

But I won't accept that this is how it's gon' be

Devil you gotta let me and my people go