[Hook: Esteban Shedd]
I'm a fetus when I'm failin'
I'm a killer when I'm bitter
I'm a sinner when I'm cynical
Psalm 7:3, until I went into your presence, Lord
Give me a taste of this Real King Justice
I'm a fetus when I'm failin'
I'm a killer when I'm bitter
I'm a sinner when I'm cynical
Psalm 9:4, until I went into your presence, Lord
I need a taste of this Real King Justice
[Verse 1: Esteban Shedd]
I called for justice but the judge was out lunching
Cousin, you was in county for six and some months and
Benchin', crunchin', dodgin' punches, was never convictin' nothin'
Jury session musta been debriefin' over something
Or eatin' at the new Jim Crow on Cottage Grove
Laughin' over egg rolls, composed
Raisin' their toes, check paid by taxpayers on the city's {coal?}
(Greed run this whole city)
(Machine run this whole city)
And many are the faces of the faces we know
That be killers in the images the press composed
Whether criminal, collateral, for capital they sold
Corrupt status-quo privatized system turned crime into gold
Now that's a capital offense in the most capital of sense
Got me walkin' on the fence, waitin' for America to flinch
Gotta admit, we all broken in our image-bearing lens
From our borders to our selves to our friends
We all got pretense, prejudice, revenge
And that's a thorn of mine
[Hook: Esteban Shedd]
I'm a fetus when I'm failin'
I'm a killer when I'm bitter
I'm a sinner when I'm cynical
Psalm 7:3, until I went into your presence, Lord
Give me a taste of this Real King Justice
I'm a fetus when I'm failin'
I'm a killer when I'm bitter
I'm a sinner when I'm cynical
Psalm 9:4, until I went into your presence, Lord
I need a taste of this Real King Justice
[Verse 2: Esteban Shedd]
(I called for justice for Laquan, they busted my cousin
For nothing, imago dei, make me cousin to cousin
No matter the color that colors my cousin
Cousin)
Is the justice in the middle of the solar solstice?
Forget the justice, what triggers by the poor
Least here, the streets' orphans need a lease
Watch your joystick, playing games in these Chi streets
Little justice in the poetry, and why's there hush from the ministry?
As if privilege ain't a gift to administrate
I protest the silent state just as much as what violence makes
For the lives of my black kin's fate, we the human race
[Bridge: Esteban Shedd]
So color me sore til the nations eat joy
The joy-filled judge serve all my b-boys
I'm a voice til my voice get hoarse
I'm runnin' til my chariot divorce from the course in the courthouse
The judge got a sword in His mouth
And joy He announces, but vengeance will amount
The accounts gon' balance when He comes with His sound
[Hook: Esteban Shedd]
I'm a fetus when I'm failin'
I'm a killer when I'm bitter
I'm a sinner when I'm cynical
Psalm 7:3, until I went into your presence, Lord
Give me a taste of this Real King Justice
I'm a fetus when I'm failin'
I'm a killer when I'm bitter
I'm a sinner when I'm cynical
Psalm 9:4, until I went into your presence, Lord
I need a taste of this Real King Justice
[Outro: Esteban Shedd]
I need a taste of this Real King Justice
I need a taste of this Real King Justice
I need for melanin to broadcast truth with a passion
That's my God-given reaction
Sin caused factions
I'd ask the {?} with all men
Amongst all Adam & Eves in the masses
Black, brown, white faction
'Cause Christ make {?}
Collages in fashion
Imago dei, baby
Hate to the caskets
Blood on our ashes
We the newborn activists
Crossin' the crux of theology a Joy King practices
