Leave the building now the power is out
Follow the mass stampede the system is down
Crown the new born king the faith that we found
No longer remains or contains the whole profound.
Renouncing the remedies reliance on reconciliation
Will only bandage the wounds of a falling nation
Justice just is, a fresh kill in the open field to feed the need of a seed.
Follow us to a home where the children never age
Their colored hair is our confession
Their blank stare is our reflection
Weapons of displaced energy
Heating a cast iron pot on an open fire drunken and in love.
Words like fear and the creator bounce ambers through the air
Justice just is, a fair trade for a fresh grave
A stained slave trying to make an honest wage.
Justice just is, a list of right and wrong
Written by children with affliction of pre-condition.
Justice just is, we live, we love, we give
Justice just is.