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By: Cedric McClester Though the evidence was none to slim They still went ahead and indicted him Double ****** his charge read Death to him the jury said Although the charges made no sense He failed to mount a good defense He might have died no one denied On the evidence that they tried Thirty years on death row And then they let him go The time passed by so slow There was no evidence to show That even though he did the time He was involved in the crime Let’s call it justice or a sign Of how slow sometimes the wheels can grind An innocent man might have died On the evidence that they tried Which is what they often forget When they become an advocate For metering out state inflicted death Like no other alternative is left Even though some are guilt free Of their charges don’t cha see Thirty years on death row And then they let him go The time passed by so slow There was no evidence to show That even though he did the time His involvement in the crime Let’s call it justice or a sign Of how slow the wheels can grind See he read in God We Trust Before his life got turned to dust He was cuffed and taken away Straight to death row for a stay That lasted for all of thirty years Which confirmed all his fears Justice delayed is justice denied He thought about it while he was inside And not for nothing nobody cared That the forensics just wasn’t there They refused to review the evidence That might have proved his innocence So he had to be patient and keep his cool Until he could get the Supreme Court to rule Thirty years on death row And then they let him go The time passed by so slow There was no evidence to show That even though he did the time His involvement in the crime Let’s call it justice or a sign Of how slow the wheels can grind Justice delayed is justice denied He thought about it while he was inside And not for nothing nobody cared That the forensics just wasn’t there They refused to review the evidence That might have proved his innocence So he had to be patient and keep his cool Until he could get the Supreme Court to rule (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
THIRTY YEARS ON DEATH ROW
By: Cedric McClester Though the evidence was none to slim They still went ahead and indicted him Double ****** his charge read Death to him the jury said Although the charges made no sense He failed to mount a good defense He might have died no one denied On the evidence that they tried Thirty years on death row And then they let him go The time passed by so slow There was no evidence to show That even though he did the time He was involved in the crime Let’s call it justice or a sign Of how slow sometimes the wheels can grind An innocent man might have died On the evidence that they tried Which is what they often forget When they become an advocate For metering out state inflicted death Like no other alternative is left Even though some are guilt free Of their charges don’t cha see Thirty years on death row And then they let him go The time passed by so slow There was no evidence to show That even though he did the time His involvement in the crime Let’s call it justice or a sign Of how slow the wheels can grind See he read in God We Trust Before his life got turned to dust He was cuffed and taken away Straight to death row for a stay That lasted for all of thirty years Which confirmed all his fears Justice delayed is justice denied He thought about it while he was inside And not for nothing nobody cared That the forensics just wasn’t there They refused to review the evidence That might have proved his innocence So he had to be patient and keep his cool Until he could get the Supreme Court to rule Thirty years on death row And then they let him go The time passed by so slow There was no evidence to show That even though he did the time His involvement in the crime Let’s call it justice or a sign Of how slow the wheels can grind Justice delayed is justice denied He thought about it while he was inside And not for nothing nobody cared That the forensics just wasn’t there They refused to review the evidence That might have proved his innocence So he had to be patient and keep his cool Until he could get the Supreme Court to rule (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
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