Recidivist

Three strikes you're out in the old ballgame
One strike'll do in the new
The crack of the bat on the heads of a few
Won't make a dent on you
Turn the black to blue

It's the old soft-shoe, the new Jim Crow
The recidivist's lament
Break up the earth, roll the new cement
Around the feet of men
Make 'em pay the rent

Writing the words of your alibi
Leads you to question if your truth is their lie
Tomorrow will come, but it'll still be the night
Until we get it right

A cold set of claws on a wrist rubbed raw
Claimed in the name of the law
Pain pays for pleasures of men
Whose paws shake your hand
Whose gods work for them
And whose jobs are at odds with innocence

A time's gonna come, so they say in the songs
The burden of proof will put the beast where it belongs
The morning will come but it won't be the dawn
Until we right our wrongs



Credits
Writer(s): Warm Sugar
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