BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry

Bills keep on falling like leaves the fall
Raining down on me as if I am expected to pay them
I could just walk away
Even run but my feet won't move that fast
I would just trip on them
Who needs the aggravation
Lawyers who really needs them
I just want a sunny day
Roll a jay bird and dream a funny dream
I mean fuck 'em if they don't get it
How many lawyers does it take to ruin a wet dream
How many judges really care about the real truth
I have had enough of their faces in my face
Whose truth is it anyway that counts
Certainly not mine or my kids
I have been profiled and exiled
Guilty before being tried
One phone call and here "they" come again
With their red lights flashing
Muscle bound red necks on parade
How many phone calls have been made for my side of justice
Thats so nice as I pay the price red beans and rice
Just another roll of the heavy sided dice
Smile real nice turn to the right
Tell the truth and nothing but the "truth"
He smells guilty see how he squints his eyes
that dirty long haired drug addict hippy commie rat
Doesn't even discipline his kids
Little bastards cussing at their mother
Sure feel sorry for that poor woman