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Justice For All

crack pipe out on the street old man peeing off to side condoms in war zones we call schools the righteous get torn by the wicked a woman in need shapes dreams from her hair my pretty child choose the day the night is far too spent creatures lurk for a new fix cops in cars the local bars never saw a woman so alone yet in the distance their stands a God who knows bust up the beat to increase it's tempo eyes, hands & face best to live life by faith we have come this far not to turn back now can't turn around when your hands on the plow children crying so alarming an old woman sips on her cherry wine blue jeans with a caress for the test radiate a circus clown smile still to know all the great while in the ghetto their are faces you should know no mere shoulder to cry a valiant passerby the taste of fumes coming from the blast no one get by on any free pass at a glance Chinese men struggle to mix words, the weightless cavity of bargian basement pews still without a clue their are shadows that block the vortex a wanderer exposes himself couples run in the night naked to peak the quiet breeze beneath the leaves a fight breaks out over a spilled glass of Vodka and tonic trying to reclaim the logic have you forgotten Ben Laden with the twin towers coming down not another Justin Beiber song, I think I'll pack it in buy a pick up head out to L.A. find a places to call my own make a brand new day reflections Kanye West, Shug Knight & Snoop loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips Trump in his ivory tower little fat boy from North Korea o.k. it's getting deeper no more Pop Rocks just plain Veggie sticks so get a grip the orientation of new hustlers pimping their ride it's justice for all in a know it all society something is blinding them running to & fro

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