I
sing my blue
I
knock my head
I
get no where
I
see the walls
Justice
in the back door
I
see it singing its blue
Crying
alone in bad shape
When
bad people go upstairs
I
look into the Constitution
A
page is turned into back door
Let
the illegal track take shape
An
honest man will decline
The
face and name must be valued
The
dignity must be the measured cost
Do
not let it waste by greed of power
It
doesn't worth the money in it
I
sing my blue
I
knock my head
I
get no where
I
see the walls
The
sins of the corrupted
The
water will drown them in
In
the lake of fire they will cry
I
sing my blue for it will take a while
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