I Don't Know Justice

I don't know Justice! And I have not met Peace Well, I was that I met her I was told that Peace has been around here But they must be confused Confused with Silence, perhaps In fact - I asked her I asked Silence and She said Naw young man, Peace don't live here And I don't even look like that queen She sings and carries a big sword with a smile so clean Her hair is natural and rings like bells And in heels she a litter taller than, Justice I don't know Justice! And I have not met Peace And Justice, arms are long and his embrace is strong And you can hear every step he takes No, not every step he ask for Every step he takes No, not every step that is given Every step he takes She said Royce Go back and tell them they got me wrong I'm silent My cousins are dumb Hush Mute Quiet Settle Shut up Sit still! Royce, you know them I don't know Justice! And I have not met Peace I've been waiting for them to pull up in one accord And I can't afford to wait much longer These arms ain't much stronger But they are strong Shoot! I'll pat myself in the back I look in the mirror and don't know how to act, I'm black! I'm black! I'm black! I'm black! Black What is that anyway? But a word full of culture and void of identity So I have to give love to my enter me Now, don't get me wrong - I haven't always walked around proud But even when I didn't, with my fist up I said it loud I'm Black I don't know Justice! And I have not met Peace And I can't help but wonder how would is feel to say it If I could ride with peace and justice in dat accord I want to know them! I want to see them I want to talk with them I want to kick it with the rest of the folks, like Freedom, Liberty, opportunity I want to breathe Not in hell Not in hell But inhale - exhale Now listen, you said it and I'm flatter You even used the hashtag #BlackLivesMatter But when Yeshua left the many for the one I know my Black life mattered before The hashtag became relevant This skin is heaven sent But, I don't know Justice! And I have not met Peace I wish I could walk away, from the microphone telling you I met them I give the ear an resolve it wants to hear But I can't I believe in a redeemer I believe a The God of creation And I can't Because I haven't met justice And I don't know peace But I'll tell you this I'm going to keep looking I'm going to keep pushing I'm going to keep shanking I'm going to keep talking I'm going to keep yelling I'm going to keep learning I'm going to keep voting I'm going to keep grown I'm going to keep engaging Because I'm going to meet them And when I meet them going to bring them To my school To my job To my house To my hood To my friends To my brothers To my sisters To my mothers To my fathers To the jail Inhale - exhale Inhale - exhale I don't know Justice! And I have not met Peace