Lyrics

I been before the prosecutor Judge and the jury, too They're tryna give me forty years For something, I just didn't do Somebody tell me What kind of justice could this be? Well, it seems like my life just don't matter at all now This could be the last time that you see me I was setting in jail Didn't have no one to go to my bail My lawyer came to get me out And they threw my lawyer in jail Somebody tell me Tell me what kind of justice can this be Well, it seems like my life just don't matter at all now And this could be the last time that you see me They got me accused of stealin' I never stole a thing They got me accused of forgery And I can't even write my name Somebody tell me I want to know what kind of justice can this be Well, it seems like my life just don't matter now This could be the last time that you see me They got accused of laundering I don't even have a dime Child support for ten children And ain't either one of them mine Somebody tell me What kind of justice could this matter be Oh, it seems like my life don't matter at all now This could be the last time that you see me
Writer(s): Scott T Billington, Emmett Ellis Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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