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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