Tekster:
No Justice Who I Want To Be

till I?ve convinced myself that I tried my best. (Chorus) And I wonder where could you be? I wonder why, did you leave without me. Chorus: I want

Mexicans are still gettin pushed to the back Puerto-Ricans gettin dissed the same Won't speak on the Indians, shit's insane Fuck John Wayne I don't hate whites I

door Well, now, who could that be? I say, "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything So finally, I

I never asked you There are so many things I still don't know There are so many things you never told me And still so many things that I will never know

We took our chances, Somehow we held it together And now I feel there is justice, I always new there was I love the warmth of the spotlight I need the

to get and try to keep niggaz dumb Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21 I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son? I want him

blessin', be a soldier, I gotta speak out on Oprah I'm Under Siege, I grab my gun and fatigues Plead my woman and seeds, hundreds shall bleed I speak

first met still we debate I feel ya pain but good things come to those who wait I'm insecure about a lot about the things I got And if I share my

their flow on (They flow on) So here goes one to grow on I'ma go on and on and on till the principles are laid out The scales of justice weighed out