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The thing is The system don’t give Two ***** If you did it Quotas and budgets Require them To prosecute Innocent men Looking for numbers Not trying to solve The problems They got all the power And you wonder why I am slightly unnerved by them Justice is just an illusion Suits and robes Don’t make right All that money That goes to them Now you know why I question how they decide What to do with my life
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
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The thing is The system don’t give Two ***** If you did it Quotas and budgets Require them To prosecute Innocent men Looking for numbers Not trying to solve The problems They got all the power And you wonder why I am slightly unnerved by them Justice is just an illusion Suits and robes Don’t make right All that money That goes to them Now you know why I question how they decide What to do with my life
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
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