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No Justice

Gustavo Bustermann

No justice (no peace)
No justice for the streets (still the same grief)
No justice (no peace)
Badge and a gun, but we still ain't free
You feel it, I live it, you feel it, I live it

Same old script, they been runnin' it for years
Skin a little darker? Suddenly you the threat they fear
Talkin' 'bout protect and serve, but they serve the rich first
Poor kids get the cuffs, rich kids get the lawyer's purse
Seen too many brothers die with they hands in the sky
No warning shots, just bang, another mama's cry
News spins it soft while the streets still burn dry
Plea deal on the table, take it or you rot for life
Meanwhile, the real thieves wear suits and sleep at night
War on drugs was just a war on us
They flooded the block with product then locked us in the jails
Ain't no equal justice under this law
It's who you know and how much cash you draw
Then it's silence, paid leave, and a slap on the wrist
The good ones stay quiet while the bad ones score
Union backs the killer, city pays the score
And the family gets a settlement, still broke to the core
This ain't a verse for sympathy, this a call to see
Open up the cage or watch the whole shit burn free

No justice (no peace)
No justice for the streets (still the same grief)
No justice (no peace)
Badge and a gun, but we still ain't free
You feel it, I live it, you feel it, I live it

With complete lack of respect, permit me to declare the followin'
People claim that dialogue governs a fuckin' country
However, I was never able to correct my mistakes
You are able to obtain it, you are able to obtain it
Oh buddy, damn it, total chaos erupted, shit
You murdered my relative in 2021, fuck
You'll end up deceased in the media reports
Corpses piled upon corpses
Ensure you act corporate, otherwise, they'll contact your mom via collect call
The state governor gathers every one of our levies
Except when we get stuck in vehicles and fuckin' misfortune occurs
Creatin' justifications that serve as your comfort, bitch
That is life fluid poured upon your palms
All people are sufferers from my perspective
I am aware that is not what I believe it to be
For what reason are you extremely furious, bitch?
All individuals desire to discuss which person this and which person that, damn
Which one is the most authentic, and which one is inferior
Or which one is Caucasian or which one is Black, shit

No justice (no peace)
No justice for the streets (still the same grief)
No justice (no peace)
Badge and a gun, but we still ain't free
You feel it, I live it, you feel it, I live it

Escrita por: Gustavo Bustermann