Till proven guilty by law, every suspect is innocent,
Except a guilty law smells rats in nose scents,
Submerged in corruption; money in known cents,
The innocent framed guilty; victimized known saints
JUNGLE JUSTICE - an eye for an eye only makes the world go blind; part two (02)
A lot in pains say the law is not innocent,
Liars playing lawyers; can't say the law has seen no cent,
This is regarding disregarding the rule of law;
Taking weighty matters into the space of one's hands
Liars playing lawyers; can't say the law has seen no cent,
This is regarding disregarding the rule of law;
Taking weighty matters into the space of one's hands
More weights on the masses; criminals celebrated,
I see stems of faults from the justice system,
Long justice deprivation leading straight to jungle traits,
When the rule in my hand now becomes rule of law
I see stems of faults from the justice system,
Long justice deprivation leading straight to jungle traits,
When the rule in my hand now becomes rule of law
Wrath jingles in the jungle since culprits are still on pulpits,
When the law turns puppet; the wicked turns the pet,
Untrusted justice system; mob just sees an option left
But angry mobs got to chill; two wrongs don't make a right, right?
When the law turns puppet; the wicked turns the pet,
Untrusted justice system; mob just sees an option left
But angry mobs got to chill; two wrongs don't make a right, right?
An eye for an eye will only make the world go blind,
Trust me; nothing's left right if we all go blind,
Heartless mobs still have a heart; they just use their hearts less;
Death Janitors as DJ's; killer beings holding clubs
Trust me; nothing's left right if we all go blind,
Heartless mobs still have a heart; they just use their hearts less;
Death Janitors as DJ's; killer beings holding clubs
Democracy overturned only reveals crazy demons,
Leave the demons crazy and let us stop the mourns,
We kiss padlocks of bad luck when we take laws into our hands
But patience attracts the good luck not built on sinking sand.
Leave the demons crazy and let us stop the mourns,
We kiss padlocks of bad luck when we take laws into our hands
But patience attracts the good luck not built on sinking sand.
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