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