Throughout the years, I’ve lost my trust in truth.
Now I hold back tears, And I long for my youth.
The weight of those against me, wears thin my resolve.
Still I have no choice, But to fight and stand tall.
The hole I am in, Forever deepens and widens.
It feels like my punishment, For unknown sins.
I am only innocent, For that which I am falsely accused.
My Scarlett letter worn proudly, For which I am abused.
Those who have wronged me, Seem to be above the law.
But there is a higher power, Which judges us all.
I help dig this pit deeper, because I have no fear.
And I know that one day, Crooked cops will lie here.
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