Where do laws go?
Do they dissipate like a fart in the wind
Or circle the drain like the water down the eyehole?
And who is to remember when the first is broken
Or the last nothing but a restructuring of those that came before?
Surely a lawyer might,
If he agrees to take your case
and not please with the DA to settle for the least dates.
And what of the judge
the carnifolous snort sitting behind the throne with the gavel at his side?
Does he even know what the law is
and who god is behind?
Tell a black man he’s been a slave since he was born,
he’ll tell you he ain’t got shit to live for,
but damn if he will die without living it up,
and tho he may never know it was the cracker who put him away–
he’ll damn sure go down
giving you a finger going to the grave.
And please motherfucker,
stop telling him to behave.