Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song AintNoJustice, artist - Sene. Date of issue: 12.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
AintNoJustice |
| 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 |