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Injustice


Injustice all around me Jesus your nailed Scared hands to care Of them You what wouldn't be right All along Injustice in America Injustice in my home Can't we all just get along Why talk about the White man When the Black,Spanish,Indian And Asia treat each other so wrong When you look at our children What is that you think They are seeing So much prostitution,drunks,drugs And stupid man-made laws That do nothin but mess up Our marriages and our families The kids ask why is that I can't see My Daddy or my Aunty When I saw you mess things up But I was taught by everybody Because they thought I was too Young to understand or I must sit down and shut up Little did I know that was A rule for thugs It doesn't matter if I was never one Injustice is all I see,but Jesus Christ My God took care of all it at Calvary
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