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| Justice can't hear my cries or see the tears flow down my cheek, as the guards creep in to see if I'm asleep. I smell weakness, fear anger and grief. The suffering is soo loud that I can't even sleep! It is cold in the summer and it is cold in the winter, as I look back and say "I shouldn't have went there." No, it wasn't right BUT it felt good doing it! After that night I quit pursuing it. Close my eyes, "BANG!" Justice is that you? Are you the one to blame, now that my kid is two? B*tch you have no shame you're too hip to the money game. I tried to protect my family from harm and "BAM!" your finger points to my name! Justice do you forgive sin? "NO." I never win, as the cold night stick pierces through my skin. "Ahhhh! Blinded!" My future looks dim. What made me feel good, I'll tell you, it was choking him. I plead guilty for protecting my kin! Blood drips for repentance, INNOCENT ... INNOCENT! Justice one final plea since you always ignore me, I don't want to see you peaking while I'm frying on national T.V. If I show you money will your scale tip to my favor? Here take my soul Justice, keep the change see ya later! Bzzzzzz!!! (sounds of an electric chair) Written by: Roberta M. Rosa RoRo Productions (c)1999. |
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