[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