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Lakim Shabazz - No Justice No Peace lyrics
(We were stripped from our land they took our families and deliberately broke them apart took the father one place, the mother some place else and then they had the child whose mind was white once they indoctrinate him with all this inferiority talk) (...in Africa with your blood relatives) (I'm mad as hell and I ain't gonna take no more) (This business of justice is not new) No justice No peace (2X) What is the world comin to? What are we gonna do? I'm disgusted, so we must get Ready to become militant rebels Cause there will never be no peace without justice I'm tired of my people treated unequal That's why I'm ( ? ) I gotta face this So I speak out and those who don't like it, they freak out And they label me a racist I'ma keep sparkin, me and brothers like Al Sharpton We don't like what they did to Yusef Hawkins Why was the trial prolonged for so long? They shot him in cold blood, they knew they was dead wrong Let a brotherman shoot the other man Nowadays they lock em up in a second and throw the key away Hold up, you think I fold up? No, I'm geased Without no justice there'll be no peace No justice There will never be... No peace Without... No justice There will never be... No peace See, I'm a programmed warrior, built to last A Five Percenter who descends from the Lost Tribe of Shabazz Barin the truth, I'm not scared of ya Is this the United States or the United Snakes of America? This is a livin hell and I'm not ( ? ) I refuse to burn in America's melting pot I'm angry, you can't refrain me, I make em all see Word is bond it was wrong how they did [Name] As far as I can see her privacy was exploited They beat her and raped her, put her in the back of manure Engraved 'nigger' on the stomach Up to this day a lot of people think she fronted Is it a lie or is it incidental? People who are raped names' supposed to be kept confidential But she was exploited at a young age, it's such a shame I never heard the Central Park jogger's name But straight to the point and on the ball I be the universal true Son of Man and and a ( ? ) I pity you idiots like Arsenio Hall Jokes about our sister, he thinks it's funny, y'all It's sad to see ( ? ) so much as a minor I'm glad to see the Nation of Sslam refined her You want peace, well, let the unjust stuff cease If we don't have justice, there will be no peace No justice There will never be... No peace Without... No justice There will never be... No peace Break it down (I think that the solution rests with the people it's a mistake to rely on professors racism is learned nobody is born a racist and some people have Ph.D.'s in racism) The Mighty Maestro created a beat that was lethal The source to bring forth power to the people The rhythm was made to be rolled by the host So I'ma ride the rhythm from New York to the West Coast Brotherman takin a stand, demandin respect I'm not with the situation in Teaneck They said he was dangerous, well, I'm concerned How could he be so dangerous with his back turned? They said, "Freeze! Halt!" The brother stopped Threw his hands in the air, yeah, and still he got shot They said he had a shiny object in his hand So they killed the man And is this justice, no way, José He didn't get arrested, he was suspended with pay Talk about armed and dangerous, accounted How come I never heard nothin else about it? I'm dead up, I'm goin head up, see, the buck stops Here, I'm sick and tired of corrupt cops I gotta drop cause I don't think it will ever stop My brain is a Tec-9 and it's kept cocked And it's got just a few more rounds to go They're goin pound for pound, blow for blow You want peace, let the unjust stuff cease If we don't have justice, there'll be no peace No justice There will never be... No peace Without... No justice There will never be... No peace No justice No peace Peace to Allah's Nation (...they come together in dialogue and solve the problem) |
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