INJUSTICE

THE LAW AND ENFORCERS

Ain't the law suppose to keep us safe?
Aren't we suppose to feel protected around the law?
Isn't it our advocate?
But what do we see?... What do you see?... What does she see?...
I see injustice!. It echoes...it bounces off these solid walls of mine every now and then; they take it to their courts, but through the hoops of hope it hops like a gavel struck. They ask us for proof? Our tears, they testify!

TAKING THE LAW INTO OUR HANDS

If we won't get it from the courts then we'll take it from the streets...we'll fan into flames the wigs upon their very head and skull and watch it melt for the baldness of their ways to be evident.