Balance of Justice

The absence of balance
Is the essence of my consciousness.
The correction of this nuisance
Is to fill my lungs with substance.
My grievance is the ordinance
Hindering the consumption of my subsistence.
It's like you need a fucking license for this shit.
And now you say we should suffer in silence?
Fuck that, bitch. We are independent.
Roll that j with all the excellence.
Smoke her all down, don't leave no evidence.
Those who appose her all live in ignorance.
For us who live in the hood, this is our inheritance.
The interference and intolerance is not appreciated.
Stop getting us niggas interrogated and incarcerated.
The pigs all want us to be eradicated,
But, here's the thing, it's only escalated.
With your guns and your prisons, you have not suffocated
The anger and the hate, now it's just unadulterated.
Our hunger won't be sated, just more invigorated
Until our demands are met, not fucking desecrated.
I'll be exhilarated when our rights are reactivated
But until then, I'll just keep saying it.
I'm savage, bitch,
And I'm not having it.
I do what I want and I'm having fun with it.
If you come up the block
Yelling and starting shit,
I'll jump on you, bitch.
You'll regret you ever came to the 616.