Illusion of Justice

[LoneWolfBunn]

Illusion of Justice

Got no respect or trust,
For the bullies with the nightstick.
To serve and protect... my ***.
More like - to beat and harass.

Suburbanite lightskins may not understand,
But some of us know first hand,
After being handcuffed and beaten,
For absolutely no reason.

Processed as a criminal - yet committed no crime.
Until my day in court - I'll be doin' time.
Guilty till proven innocent.
We call it a deadtime stint.

Weeks later - sorry our mistake - you're free to go.
The illusion of justice - a convincing magic show.
My free lawyer works for the prosecutor,
Acts like a wicked king's court jester.

No money for bail?
You're gonna rot in jail -
But a paid holiday for a cop that shot a brown boy in the back.
Threat of a lawsuit always makes them pigs laugh.

And the hammer of justice,
Pounds on the poorest subjects of this land,
The illusion of justice,
Sure is grand.

LoneWolf Bunn © 02/02/2007

[LoneWolfBunn]

Red and Blue - Flashin' in the Rearview

Red and blue,
Flashin' in the rearview.
Racially profiled - and the race is on.
Pedal to the floor and I am gone.

Those colours now twinkling in the distance,
But they'll be back - closing in from every side,
To process and finger-print this rebel prince.
I'm no criminal - just guilty of stubborn pride.

They call it the 'land of the free'.
Is it really?
One look and they profile and judge me.
I put the pedal to the floor because I wasn't guilty,

And I didn't have the money to prove it.
Wasn't about to pay for a crime I didn't commit.
Pedal to the floor because they profiled me on my race,
And I profiled them - as a disgrace.

LoneWolf Bunn © 02/02/2007