Silent Knight - Block Justice Lyrics
What, mother*****er you are not readyFor the potbelly or the rock frekly,Op special, op with the ***** 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 blockAnd 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 supposedTo make you feel safe in rough blocks.When will it stop?When the whole hood's totaledAnd 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 firedProved 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 *****, 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 supposedTo 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 ***** 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 AnginThen 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 ***** with them,Clicking my stilts,With no place like home.
