Ballad of a Landlord (Part 2)

Landlord, landlord,
Don�t you �member me?
Served 90 days in jail,
I�m out. But I ain�t free.

Ten bucks you say I owe you,
Then ten it�s gonna be.
Ten knuckles as repayment,
Dishing out your misery.

Ten knuckles for them broken stairs,
Ten more for my eviction,
�Don�t hurt me,� you say,
What about my false conviction?

Landlord, landlord,
You best turn around and run.
If you stay here much longer,
I just might pull a gun.

And that landlord, he runs.
Nervously, not taking care.
Falling to his death,
down them broken stairs

Police! Police!
Lock this man away.
Saw him kill the landlord,
It happened just today.

Policemen
Nightsticks
Pummel with rage

A white jury�s,
Conviction,
Makes the front page.

LANDLORD�S MURDER

BRING�S NO ABSOLUTION

NEGRO DIES, BY ELECTROCUTION.
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