[Skit]
Meet Mr. Brown, an ambitious man who's future is in question
On trial for being a leader of an illegal drug cartel
And for the murder of a young teenage boy
The prosecution is callin' for life in prison, if not the death penalty
[Verse]
Can I make a confession?
Can I speak to y'all before y'all judge me
I ain't askin' y'all to love me, I just want put things in perspective
I have a name, I'm not Inmate Fifty-Twenty-Three-O-Seven
I have a son who's birthday on the eleventh
I have a mom who's dedicated to my progression
I have a girl who means the world to me, she deserves a wedding
Now, that all depends on your impression of me
Bein' that there's no evidence suggestin' that my aggression killed them young man
The odds would have it that I'd still go in and do time
Face lethal injection, justice, let's talk about justice
[?] free of justice, incarcerated as a thief that got busted
Injustice seems to be reserved for justice
You say that you don't want it to be this way, but it just is
Even when I can't feel a cuffs on my wrists I know they been adjusted to fit my life in a way that's destructive
Skin too dark for you trust us
Too uneducated for discussion
Too reliant on substances
I wonder who the real killer amongst us is
I wonder where I can live, and avoid my house bein' raided
Robbers are cops
Where can I duck mass incarceration? [?]
Why I feel like I gotta [?] when stopped by a cop?
[?] likely ways for me to die or [?] shock
I am innocent, I am innocent
Would you trade places with me?
Would you trade faces with me?
Would you trade races with me?
I think you think God's grace is wasted with me
I think you think I'm full of shit, and my embrace is empty
I think you think ignorant shit is the best way to tempt me
But turn history's pages with me
And see the accepted version of reclusion does exempt me
Our freedom has always been seen as harmful to a system that's partial
And still, it's hard to wrap my head around the fact that you might say I'm guilty
But I am innocent, I am innocent, say I'm not guilty
And still, my imprisonment will be my environment, I am vigilant
Authorities militant, neighbours are immigrant
Even with no bars, my home's still a equivalent
Tell me who listenin', who actions are sickenin'
Meet Mr. Brown, an ambitious man who's future is in question
On trial for being a leader of an illegal drug cartel
And for the murder of a young teenage boy
The prosecution is callin' for life in prison, if not the death penalty
[Verse]
Can I make a confession?
Can I speak to y'all before y'all judge me
I ain't askin' y'all to love me, I just want put things in perspective
I have a name, I'm not Inmate Fifty-Twenty-Three-O-Seven
I have a son who's birthday on the eleventh
I have a mom who's dedicated to my progression
I have a girl who means the world to me, she deserves a wedding
Now, that all depends on your impression of me
Bein' that there's no evidence suggestin' that my aggression killed them young man
The odds would have it that I'd still go in and do time
Face lethal injection, justice, let's talk about justice
[?] free of justice, incarcerated as a thief that got busted
Injustice seems to be reserved for justice
You say that you don't want it to be this way, but it just is
Even when I can't feel a cuffs on my wrists I know they been adjusted to fit my life in a way that's destructive
Skin too dark for you trust us
Too uneducated for discussion
Too reliant on substances
I wonder who the real killer amongst us is
I wonder where I can live, and avoid my house bein' raided
Robbers are cops
Where can I duck mass incarceration? [?]
Why I feel like I gotta [?] when stopped by a cop?
[?] likely ways for me to die or [?] shock
I am innocent, I am innocent
Would you trade places with me?
Would you trade faces with me?
Would you trade races with me?
I think you think God's grace is wasted with me
I think you think I'm full of shit, and my embrace is empty
I think you think ignorant shit is the best way to tempt me
But turn history's pages with me
And see the accepted version of reclusion does exempt me
Our freedom has always been seen as harmful to a system that's partial
And still, it's hard to wrap my head around the fact that you might say I'm guilty
But I am innocent, I am innocent, say I'm not guilty
And still, my imprisonment will be my environment, I am vigilant
Authorities militant, neighbours are immigrant
Even with no bars, my home's still a equivalent
Tell me who listenin', who actions are sickenin'
( Jaryd Blake )
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