Justice Samari - What Would Justice Do? (Freestyle) Lyrics

Uh
Shee
Prophets often leave the message overshadowed
Its knowledge in the blessings sent in forms of losing battles
The war is that matter like I never wanted peace
I'm powered by that hunger like I never wanna eat
Cowards die a thousand deaths, long live my deceased
Once I give you loyalty, you won't get my deceit
My corner, it got emptier, Made me less than friendlier
So I be checking temperatures
Whenever I cross paths with somebody from my past
Observe niggas postures, the weakness in his dap
The fact he keep on touching on that bag he keep his strap
The fact his eyes keep darting when I try to make contact
It's sad this where we at
I'm peeping all the details cause its truth in those
That's where God'll speak to you
Tell you WHAT WOULD JUSTICE DO
Don't ask what would Jesus do
Cause it seem unreasonable to turn the other cheek
When they play with how you eat, or pull up where you sleep
Or f*ck with what you love (Uh)
Business I'm gon stand on that
Cause living like a bitch, I don't plan on that
Tryna lead a life, where Allah could put his hands on that
But I'm only a man and I transgress (Uh)
Wavering with faith,when they playing in my face
But you play a stupid game, you gon get what you expect (Uh)
I would choose respect over loyalty and love because respect come with honesty
Respect mean consciously, makin decisions based on what's best for you
But having the gall to tell me what you gon do
Regardless of response (yeah), avant-gard with these fonts (Shee)
I'm on guard with these frauds (Shee)
That's on God and my pops nigga
(Shee, Shee)

I'm just tryna be great (yeah)
It's not that I'm not thankful
It's just hard to have faith

This that Dorothy in a poppy field feel
Like f*ck what's popular
Once you get shit poppin, they start poppin up
They Papa Doc, since my juvenile days when the block was hot, was tryna shop
Stood at the pot,cheese is greater, but I hate chopping blocks
From breaking down some trees (Shee), pressing up some tees
Selling my CD's, 5 dollars a piece
I was just a teen (yeah), the strength was in the team
That shit was just my dreams cause I'm Solo like Hans on the Deathstar
Real players know the power of pawns on the chessboard
Not strategic, just mindful in every move I make
Conscious, still, capitalizing on overlooked mistakes
Long as I got a slice on my plate, the we got bread to break
They know that (Shee)
(Shee)
(Shee)

I'm just tryna be great
It's not that I'm not thankful (Uh)
It's just hard to have faith
You see it's not that I can't stop, it's that I wont stop
I'm headed for greatness, get the f*ck out my way
Get her wet like a raindrop, give her face a paint job
They say it's dangerous how I'm stuck in my ways
Momma tell me, "Be good"
But I gotta be great
(Shee,Shee)
Yeah