Just the Way It Is
There's no way to make this world a better place
'Cause there's a sickness that infects the human race
So I sit here on my porch and let it go
For they just killed Jesus, don't you know
The cops want a power that's supreme
Justice in this land is just a dream
Being poor is the only crime I know
'Cause if your rich they have to let you go
I'm thinking there's just to many laws
Most of which I'm sure you'll find a flaw
If someone came along, to stand for good
They would kill him as fast as they could
The Constitution's just a fairy tale
Without a charge, you could land in jail
They can torture you 'till the cows come home
That's what happens when you live in modern Rome
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014
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