Poetic Justice

Justice: “Alone”
Alone. Lying, thinking. Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty and bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing, and I don’t believe I am wrong
That nobody, but nobody, can make it out here alone
Alone all alone
Nobody, but nobody, can make it out here alone
There are some millionaires with money they can’t use
Their wives run around like banshees, their children sing the blues
They got expensive doctors to cure their hearts of stone
But nobody, no, nobody can make it out here alone
Now if you listen closely I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gatherin’, the wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering and I can hear them moan
Cause nobody, but nobody, can make it out here alone
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody, can make it out here alone

Justice: “In a time”
In a time of secret wooing
Today prepares tomorrow’s ruin
Left knows not what Right is doing
My heart is torn asunder
In a time of furtive sighs
Sweet hellos and sad goodbyes
Half-truths told… and entire lies
My conscience echoes thunder
In a time where kingdom’s come
Joy is brief as summer’s fun
Happiness… its race has run
Then pain stalks into plunder

Jessie: Oh, Justice, look at your face. Hey, listen, I know I’m not your mama and I’m not trying to be. But honey, I’ve got to tell ya, you’ve got to move on. A man ain’t nothing but a tool. You’ve got to know when to take him out the box and when to put him back in, and hell if you lose him, you just go out there and get yourself another one. Take a chance, baby, do something different for a change. There’s another man out there somewhere. And out here man you’ve got to know sometimes you’re going to lose one, like a blow dryer or a good hairbrush.

Iesha: Don’t you know the world is just a big place for us to go out and fuck up in it.

Justice: Don't be callin me no bitch! If I'm a bitch, your mama's a bitch, BITCH!

Justice:
Love is a juice with many tastes
Some bitter, others sweet
A wine with just few, few vineyards

Lucky: We black, we all family. Especially when it comes to barbecue.

Aunt June. I want to talk to you about morals. The morals of the young people today is going to get them in big trouble. I'm telling you, because they act like they don't know the difference between right and wrong. And this is the truth. And see, one of the reasons is the parents. The parents are not taking care of their children. They are not telling them the difference between right and wrong. But then... Wait, now. No, no, no. No, ma'am. You have to listen. Because part of the responsibility is the children's, because this is *their* lives. It's not their mama's or their papa's. I'm telling you, they have to think for themselves. Even if their mama and papa didn't do something about them. Girl, look, the children have to think and try their best to come on up, come on up.

Justice:
A wise man once said,
You should look at the ocean and realize
That no matter how famous you are
Or how much money you make
You should know that you’ll never be as important as the ocean.

Justice:
Is it true the ribs can tell the kick of a beast from the lover’s fist?
The bruised bones record it well.
The sudden shock, the hard impact, then swollen lids.
Sorry eyes spoke not of lost romance but of hurt.
Hate is often confused
Its limits are in zones beyond itself
And sadists will not learn that.
Love, by nature, extracts a pain unequalled on the rack.

Justice:
Give me your hand.
Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have privacy of touching words and love of loss of love.
For me, give me your hand.

Jessie: You don’t fight no man with his fist, you fight him in his wallet. Now see what you should of done, instead of swinging at him, you should of gave him some. Wait til he went to sleep, went into his wallet and took his credit card.

Jessie: Most of these young girls today don't know their cooch from a hole in the wall. See, all I do is dress... and rest, cause love don't live here anymore.

Justice:
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies
I say, it’s the reach of my arms, the span of my hips,
The stride of my step, and the curl of my lips.
I’m a woman, phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that’s me.
I walk in to a room just as cool as you please
And to a man, the fellows stand, or they fall down to their knees
Then they swarm around me like a hive of honey bees
I say, it’s the fire in my eyes, the flash in my teeth,
The swing in my waist, and the joy in my feet
I’m a woman, phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that’s me.
Men themselves have wondered what they see in me
They try so much but they can’t touch my inner mystery
When I try to show them, they still can’t see
I say, it’s the arch of my back, the sun of my smile
The ride of my breast, and the grace of my style.
I’m a woman, phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that’s me.
Now you understand, just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t have to shout, jump about, or talk real loud.
When you see me passing, it ought to make you proud
I say, it’s the click of my heels, the bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand, the need for my care
I’m a woman, phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that’s me.