Baate - Doom

"John, you've been charged with four counts of murder
Several accounts of assault, drug charges, and several other things
Before the jury's decision is announced, how do you plea?"
"Not guilty, your honor
I wish to plead not guilty by reason of insanity"
"You were deemed not to be able to use insanity as a way to plead not guilty
Do you have anything else?"
"I want a reevaluation"
"No plea then?
Alright, the jury has made their decision
Guilty"
"No, please! Reevaluate me!"
"You're sentenced to a hundred-fifty years of life in prison, no parole available"

Slow walk, drug talk, dark thoughts
Lived with no law, deep flaws
Ten claws, four thorns
No time to mourn
I'm a killer, of course
No remorse
Taken by force
Didn't know what's right
Now I have no rights
I know I was in the wrong
Bells ding, loud like a gong
All I wanted was a ring
But here's the thing, I don't get anything
Now I live with sinners, I'm truly a prisoner
Hidden by jailers, forced into labor
Just a part of a larger system
Lived on the run, now there's nowhere to run
There's a track, but if I run they'll attack
Given a contract, hundred fifty years
Because I wanted a queer
Now people who abort it get life imprisonment
Guess the amount of whores will drop
School shooters, because no one would listen to them
I think if they had a friend it would be a different end
I think if I had a lover, it would be a different end
Taker or the taken, I'm one of the taken

Told when to awaken, when to eat, sleep, and drink
Look at the bed sheets
Wonder if it would a relief not to breathe
Innocent fiends, drugs addicts, and dealers
Addicts don't get help, they're just told to go to hell
Get to prison for six months, get a cig
And be forced to join a gang
Everything has a price and it's big
If you don't join in, you risk gang rape
Guards don't give a shit, to them you're just a fat ape
Deserve everything you get, give a fuck about the kids
Until they're born, then it's the parents fault
Shouldn't have watched the porn
Teach abstinence to the kids
Fifteen, and she's pregnant
Kicked out now she's homeless.
Sixteen and has a kid, dad doesn't give a shit
Can't get an abortion, send the body through trauma
Now at seventeen, can't handle all the drama
Starts taking drugs, because she can't do shit as a Mama
CPS takes the kid, puts him in foster
Now it has to face mental and emotional abuse
Meanwhile the mama is in prison for smoking weed
She just cant handle any of the grief
She was dead before nineteen
Now her kid is in the same situation
Of course, there's nothing wrong with the system
Everything was set this way by God
Of course, we have the freedom of religion
Then why is everything controlled by Christians
Of course, there's nothing wrong with the system
Inside the prison, everything has a dark gloom
Everything has a dirty, smoky plume
Look around, my world is in ruin
Now I'll be in the prison soon
Looking at the face of my doom

Written by:
Jay Cordon

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