Just in
There is no Justice for us all
Men fall into a system
with fake weapons at the draw
The paper says more
than your alibis ever could
To put lives above the game
I wish you would
To me it all seems crooked
bending to the schemes
A bunch of false conclusions
based upon hypocrisy
Before you judge so harshly
and you burn him at the stake
I ask how many of your doings
were right and the jury unpaid