I Don't Know Justice
I Don’t Know Justice
I DON’T KNOW JUSTICE
Written by Royce Lovett (BMI), Kevin Dailey, Ryan James Carr (ASCAP)
© 2020 Common Hymnal Digital (BMI), Royce Lovett Music (BMI), Common Hymnal Online, Kip Central, Common Hymnal Publishing (ASCAP), Ryan James Carr (ASCAP) (admin by CapitolCMGPublishing.com). CCLI 7157120.
I don’t know Justice!
And I have not met Peace.
Well, I was told that I met her.
I was told that Peace has been around here,
but they must be confused.
Confused with Silence, perhaps,
In fact - I asked her.
I asked Silence and She said
“Naw young man, Peace don’t live here
And I don’t even look like that queen,
She sings and carries a big sword with a smile so clean.
Her hair is natural and rings like bells
And in heels she a little taller than, Justice
I don’t know Justice!
And I have not met Peace.
And Justice, arms are long and his embrace is strong.
And you can hear every step he takes
No, not every step he ask for
Every step he takes
No, not every step that is given
Every step he takes
She said Royce
Go back and tell them they got me wrong.
I’m silent.
My cousins are dumb,
hush,
mute,
quiet,
settle,
shut up,
sit still!
Royce, you know them.
I don’t know Justice!
And I have not met Peace.
I’ve been waiting for them to pull up in one accord
And I can’t afford to wait much longer
These arms ain’t much stronger
But they are strong.
Shoot! I’ll pat myself in the back.
I look in the mirror and don’t know how to act, I’m black!
I’m black!
I’m black!
I’m black!
Black...
What is that anyway?
But a word full of culture and void of identity
So I have to give love to my enter me
Now, don’t get me wrong - I haven’t always walked around proud
But even when I didn’t, with my fist up I said it loud.
I’m Black …
I don’t know Justice!
And I have not met Peace.
And I can’t help but wonder how would is feel to say it.
If I could ride with peace and justice in dat accord
I want to know them!
I want to see them
I want to talk with them
I want to kick it with the rest of the folks , like Freedom, Liberty, opportunity
I want to breathe
Not In hell
Not in hell
But inhale - exhale
Now listen, you said it and I’m flatter
You even used the hashtag #BlacklivesMatter
But when Yeshua left the many for the one
I known my Black life mattered before The hashtag became relevant
This skin is heaven sent.
But … I don’t know Justice!
And I have not met Peace.
I wish I could walk away, from the microphone telling you I met them
I give the ear an resolve it wants to hear,
But I can’t
I believe in a redeemer
I believe a The God of creation
And I can't
Because I haven't met justice
And I dont know peace
But I’ll tell you this
I’m going to keep looking
I’m going to keep pushing
I’m going to keep shanking
I’m going to keep talking
I’m going to keep yelling
I’m going to keep learning
I’m going to keep voting
I’m going to keep grown
I’m going to keep engaging
Because I'm going to meet them
And when I meet them going to bring them
To my school
To my job
To my house
To my hood
To my friends
To my brothers
To my sisters
To my mothers
To my fathers
To the jail
Inhale - Exhale
Inhale - exhale
I don’t know Justice!
And I have not met Peace.
