Artist: Ghetto Gangster XX
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They lock âem in cages, strip âem of breath,
System play God, dealinâ out death,
Cold steel bars, where the hope donât shine,
Flawed ass trials, takinâ lives on a dime,
Innocent souls caught up in the trap,
Judges throw gavels, no way to clap back,
From the block to the cell, itâs a rigged-up game,
Death rowâs a stain, yo, itâs all the same.
[Chorus]
No gavel, no grave, let the truth unfold,
Life ainât a debt that the state gotta hold,
When the systemâs crooked, who payinâ the toll?
Screaminâ for justice, let the people stay whole,
No gavel, no grave, we fightinâ this time!
[Verse 2]
They point at the block, say we born to lose,
Pin us for crimes, tie the knot like a noose,
Young kings caged, dreams left in the dirt,
Every name on the row, feel the pain, feel the hurt,
Evidence shaky, but the verdictâs still death,
Families out here holdinâ on to their breath,
Politicians play chess with the lives of the poor,
While the rich walk free, kickinâ down every door.
[Chorus]
No gavel, no grave, let the truth unfold,
Life ainât a debt that the state gotta hold,
When the systemâs crooked, who payinâ the toll?
Screaminâ for justice, let the people stay whole,
No gavel, no grave, we fightinâ this time!
[Verse 3]
Walk in the courtroom, feel the ice in the air,
Scales ainât balanced, yo, the system donât care,
One wrong call, and your life get erased,
No second chance when the reaperâs in place,
They talk âjustice served,â but itâs blood on the blade,
Graveyards full, while the state gettinâ paid,
From the hood to the pen, we demandinâ a change,
Break the cycle now, let the truth rearrange.
[Bridge]
Every soul got a spark, let it burn, let it live,
Ainât no price on a life that the state canât give,
We march for the lost, for the names in the dark,
No more executions, yo, we carry the spark,
From the streets to the steps, hear the voices collide,
No gavel, no grave, keep the hope alive.
[Verse 4]
They label us felons, but we human, we bleed,
Every death they approve plant a poisonous seed,
Cops, DAs, movinâ fast with the lies,
While the preacher pray hard for the one who gonâ die,
This ainât retribution, itâs a cycle of pain,
Killinâ donât fix what the system done stained,
We rise for the fallen, let the truth hit the block,
No more state murders, yo, itâs time that it stop.
[Chorus]
No gavel, no grave, let the truth unfold,
Life ainât a debt that the state gotta hold,
When the systemâs crooked, who payinâ the toll?
Screaminâ for justice, let the people stay whole,
No gavel, no grave, we fightinâ this time!
[Chorus]
No gavel, no grave, let the truth unfold,
Life ainât a debt that the state gotta hold,
When the systemâs crooked, who payinâ the toll?
Screaminâ for justice, let the people stay whole,
No gavel, no grave, we fightinâ this time!
No gavel, no grave,
No gavel, no grave,
Style Prompt: Drill 145bpm
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