Justice

Some folks call it justice

Please listen to my words of truth
You see my brother
You see my sister

There is no justice for black folks
It’s just us with the deck stacked against us
Please open your eyes and minds and visualize your present day black Reality

Come take a little trip with me down the halls of justice
This so called American justice has the jail house disproportionately filled with black
Us black folks be only 12% of the sweet American pie
Us blacks folks be 42% of the Red, White and Blue prison population

Please forgive me for my slave talk
You see I’ am not that educated
But it seems clear to me

I hope that others can feel me
That this so called justice is black justice for black folks,
That this so called justice is black redemption for black folks
That this so called justice is the modern day slave ship for black folks
This slave ship is full to the top with the precious black cargo
We black folks are the new cash cow

We be making the prison industrial complex rich with fresh federal Dollars
We be the new cash crop
This be black justice
This be black redemption

We black folks be rolling down the streets of this American pie in a new Black expedition

We get stopped with the flashing blue lights
We be fully illuminated with the white scope light
We be patiently waiting on the side of the road
Heart pounding to the beat of the racial profile

You see
We might be a lawyer or doctor
Rolling down the streets of this American pie

But all you see is black
Black pulled to the side of the road
Black fearing for his life

Black fearing for her life
Blacks passing by fearing for us black

Is it just me?
I hope that others can see
That this so called justice is just for black folks
We be living like animals in the jungle
Dodging the eye of the hunters scope

This present day American society calls this justice
They be treating us like some rogue sect
This American justice says that you are innocent until proven black

Black motives, Black intentions
The DNA says that you’re black
That’s one strike and you’re out
                                                                                                                                   

This be black justice for just black folks
Listen to my cry in the halls of justice
If the glove does not fit

You must acquit
But my Johnny is dead and gone
There is nobody left to save black folks from this so called American Justice