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Hit the lights with no warning,
Wake us up in the morning.
Slap them shackles on our ankles and herd us on the bus.
They say if you're in here, you ain't got nothing to lose.
Staring out the window with the county blues.
Before you sentence me
I got something to say
About how you make your living
About how you earn your pay.
Locking me up it don't do no one no good
It puts my family on welfare, like no working man would.
You got your sentencing guidelines
Well I don't give a damn
sentence me for my actions, sentence me as a man
Not another number in an orange jump suit
Your robe don't mean nothing. It's just a softer boot.
The district attorney! The district attorney! The district attorney!
Sure is hard on a man ...
"This isn't a court of justice. This is a court of law."
Words that are man-made and sure to have some flaws.
You're not objective. You're just a tool of the state.
Protecting wealth and property.
You know I can't relate.
I've seen inside your jails
You fill them with our kids.
The one without education,
So skinny you can see their ribs.
You think that this works. You are so damn wrong.
There's no rehabilitation in incarceration.
This is real talk.
yeah, it's no folk song!