Justice is a musket
Primitive and rustic
And which ever way you thrust it
Them instincts getting trusted
This shit stinks
I’m disgusted
From the missed winks
It’s corrupted
To the chain links
System’s busted
So these sentences
Constructed
Off a few kinks
Fingers dusted
When the hood sinks
Like a bucket
Here’s the hoodwink
“Kill ’em, fuck it.”
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Black and white.
No gray.
Written July 2013 in San Antonio, Texas