Innocent Till Proven Guilty.
Sitting in an echoed hallway, waiting for the robe to determine what’s fate, but does it seem irate, that I didn’t flake, Giving in I didn’t take, though at times my bones did shake, mental earthquakes, Is it more than I could take, am I fuckin bound to break, Razor knife smooth cuts a cake, should I let it out like masturbait? Its only check not checkmate, still smarter than fish who take the bait, while fishermen wait, please let it scale sizes bigger than great, so u can throw some seconds on an empty plate, in recession states, a depressing slate, sitting in the courthouse, all to do is wait.
A year plus later how could they still quilt me, still innocent even if proved guilty.
