When I seek Gods kingdom in all that I do
The Comforter comes to carry me through
And I'll give no excuse for conviction of heart
If wrong in the end it was wrong from the start
Can punishment hinge on the color of skin
With a process so flawed then how can I win
Our scales of wickedness starting to rust
So weighted with bias, forever unjust
When money determines the counsel received
The systems perverted, the verdict deceived
Travesty born to bring injustice to light
With God on my side I continue the fight
The scales of God justice are polished with truth
His judgment is fair and His Son is our proof
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