AintNoJustice - Sene, Blu, Cashus King

For how we say it ‘round my way

Fo' sho… big things

Act like ya know me

Not a soul can hold me

Yeah, look

At five points where hell and heaven meet

And demons war in these streets

And angels fall short, and call for relief

It seems I’ve seen many fall in the beef

People crawling for peace

Sons pass, mothers fall to they knees

Like ‘Please Lord, save my sweet boy!'

Temple’s bleeding all on mama’s sleeves

Face haunting all of mama’s dreams

Mama never sleeps, neither do these streets, watching

Dreams of peace, with a piece poppin'

Thieves creepin', rockin' cheap stockings over they grill

Dust heads dip cigarettes and blow ‘em to chill

Cheap pimps in purple suits, matching purple boots

Freak free tryin' to freak, we know the truth

You can’t take a deep breath without chokin'

It’s filthy fam — not to mention how the livin’s bad

Can’t make lemonade out of squeezing trash

Shit, the city’s burning — I can see the ash

Around the way, I can feel the hate

Thugs willin' to be, killers who get a taste

Evil in they eyes, demon at they waist

Fast lane living, switching at the devil’s pace

Around the way, I can feel the pain

I can see the tears drippin' off my mama’s face

Age is in her eyes, listen to her pray

All she wanna know is that her only son is safe

Cash… us!

Maybe this really is Babylon, the refuge

The afterlife, the rescue

Maybe this is after dawn, the light is dead

It’s as dark as night as Joker’s cards as feelings do

Dealing without the Dark Knight to fight crime

Standin' in the middle of the heartless height

Built up around all this madness — they call it life

They overrated —

I seen niggas die and overdose off a dose of hatred

As they fall from high places

Gangstas claim gangs in my city

The rich and poor for having a knot, divide races

Fist raised no justice, cops bust us for what now

‘Cause deep in they souls they don’t trust us with our freedom

But free is what these devils can’t take, came late

But realize, the love is never leavin'

The Islamics praying Selat

The Christians praying to God

I’m playin' the odds

It’s never even

Yeah, look

I heard God’s in every one of us

Funny I could never see God being a hustler

Comin' for that rubber-bound roll he’ll cut you jugular

No, I see him cryin', in a den of lions

Where his people get thrown

For every beeper, chain and sneaker that’s sold

Throughout the city, while the hurt suffer

All the feeling does is grown

Like a killer on a pilgrimage stroll

To do his deed, I could split the seed

With a pen in my O

On a thirty-six, penning my quotes

To ease pressure, while I eat depression

Fast-food in a coat

If you live it, fast-forward and cope

There ain’t no other way

This world’s a lonely place, it’s like my mother say

Instill fear like steer, there ain’t no rubber blades

Stay out of trouble’s way, dream on another day

But if the dreams are perceived as reality

We all in a fallacy

At least that’s what my pastor say

All my anger (?), all my fear

Ain’t no justice — just us