American Justice

Am I really guilty by association
If so then we are all fugitives in this nation
From me to you and that saint with the perfect reputation
He can be convicted with no explanation
So watch what you say and who you say it to
Because a knock at your door and the dogs are chomping at your shoe
Don’t try and run or talk your way out of it this time
For they say you were the one committing the crime
So off in your orange jump suit with your new number
Into the filth of life that has sunken you under
You may scream and plead that they got the wrong man
No ones listening because there’s a hand
A hand covering your voice and no one wants to hear
Don’t get loud they will just turn the volume down in their ear
You’re a conviction they have needed for their votes of valor and victims families
But no ones convicting you with sanity
So beg little boy and pray for another chance at your freedom
But then aging didn’t you ship YOURSELF away from another kingdom