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I was accused of a crime
I did not commit
So they beat me and tortured
Me until I would admit.
They said I was there
That I was their man
Some one had seen me
With a gun in my hand.
My eye black and swollen
My mouth blistered and bleeding
Listening to their lies
As my confession they were reading.
They pushed me into the holding cell
Until I'm shipped off to jail
This is my cry of jailed innocence
I'm living proof so I'll tell the tale.
I know there are others here
Just like me as they jail us so abrupt
The ink hasn't yet dried on the paper work
How do you fight a system so corrupt?
Now they are finally seeing the light
And realized it wasn't me
Maybe I and my other brothers
Will have our chance to be free.
© 2001
