I never found it easy to bite down on my tongue
with the blood of my rage pumping through it
I thought about breathing before speaking
but the words in my head explode against my skull in rage
I close my eyes with the image of your mistakes like a projector
screen to my thoughts
I am heavy on assumption
and light on the evidence
Standing over another filthy crime scene
Where you were involved as a witness
And you stand there looking so clean
But why do you look too clean to sentence
And your alibí doesn't make any sense
Your tongue twists in lies you've spoken
Overtime I work again
in a job I overwork in hoping
So here I am dusting fingerprints
to the truth you've left unspoken.