Ain't No Justice (from 'Ticket To Chicago')

AIN’T NO JUSTICE (Dave Hole, Dave Hole Music)


I came home the other day, police took my wife away
I don’t know what to do no more
Ain’t no justice, ‘specially when you’re poor

I saw a lawyer they said was best, but he could not care no less
He didn’t know, if they gonna let her go
He said come back, when you got more dough

If you get yourself a gun, go on out and kill someone
In five years, you will be set free
But you take what you need and they throw away the key

We was thrown on the street, we don’t have enough to eat
We don’t have decent clothes to wear
Ain’t no justice and no one seems to care

This old city, broke my heart
Tore my lovin’ home apart
I don’t know, what to do no more
Ain’t no justice, ‘specially when you’re poor