Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Block Justice, artist - Silent Knight
Date of issue: 29.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Block Justice |
What, motherfucker you are not ready |
For the potbelly or the rock frekly, |
Op special, op with the cock semi, |
Drop any signal, happy cops try to set me up. |
Shit’s creeps without even an ops and it’s heavy. |
A lot of kids ain’t about shit, but pop plenty. |
Talk about fights, but they never got in any. |
Brag about heists and get robbed under Reggie, |
Punch them balls when they pissed and they think them foxed, |
Freddie, nah, nothing in that shitty form of fashion, |
Train of thought chained to a hawk when I saw them blasting. |
More action, so I caught a fat one, |
I never saw what happened, I never called in for backup. |
Officer, damn, they got plenty, |
Made them hit the ground, |
Spinning around like rock steady. |
This ain’t about a couple of rocks, |
I’m not petty, |
We need some justice in the block |
And we ain’t got plenty. |
No peace without justice, |
No pity without bloodshed. |
No victory without upsets. |
No love for corrupt cops, |
They’re the one supposed |
To make you feel safe in rough blocks. |
When will it stop? |
When the whole hood’s totaled |
And taking matters in our own hands. |
We need a plan, though, |
Take our blocks back, |
Take the pride back, |
Nobody can stop us! |
I should have knew the deal, |
The shit ain’t right, what we do, |
And still, and I think the shots fired |
Proved it’s real. |
Getting tired from the whole ordeal. |
So one disappeared by the squad car, |
So I knew we’d kneel. |
Another 22 with my boot concealed. |
Propped up the fat fuck, used him as a human shield. |
Ran upon him as a lunatic and Stinley hit him. |
We both had to reload, so our pistol wiped him. |
He looked familiar so I figured where I knew the kid from, |
He’s from my city, matter of fact, the same school system. |
Then I remembered how we used to get picked on, |
And vowed to get revenge one day, when he was big and strong. |
Still a weak to me, but with a gun and a badge, |
And a bully, but I busted his ass. |
I couldn’t help but to laugh as I rolled up … |
It’s a cycle, it’ll keep happening, yeah. |
No peace without justice, |
No pity without bloodshed. |
No victory without upsets. |
No love for corrupt cops, |
They’re the one supposed |
To make you feel safe in rough blocks. |
When will it stop? |
When taking matters in ur own hands. |
We need a plan, though, |
Take our blocks back, |
Take the pride back, |
Nobody can stop that! |
It’s just a war, no? |
It’s just a little quarrel, |
I should have never moved 'till I could afford to. |
And now I’m sitting here, looking at this poor dude, |
And his corpse too, thinking what the fuck I’m gonna do. |
Wishing everything will go back to normal, |
Did any of us have a choice? |
Or where they forced to. |
And I ain’t trying to see a courtroom, |
But love takes thought, |
Even a scorcher walks through the damn system. |
Another victim of chance? |
Or a chanced victim? |
I should be pissing my pants, |
Instead I’m sitting here philosophizing. |
It’s not surprising, got up, talked to Angin |
Then I heard a lot o Cyrus, |
That sound more like a clock radio, |
Now I’m really hoping it is, |
This ain’t no way to go, |
Hope I ain’t off to see the wiz, |
Rotate and go fuck with them, |
Clicking my stilts, |
With no place like home. |