My Jury And My Judge - Poem by Toby Rocha
The streets are my jury, my judge is a gun,
My sentence is death for the crimes I have done.
Too late to change, too late to make right,
Although it's my life I've gave up the fight.
Wrongs I've committed for these I shall die,
To all of my loved ones, farewell and goodbye.
It's Heaven or Hell, but which place shall I go,
I can't answer this question for I do not know.
When the jury comes back with a verdict of guilt,
I'll know it's because of the heartache's I've built.
The Judge will convict me, though my one final plea,
To all of my loved ones please don't forget me.
But now I must go for I'm on the run,
Cause the streets are my jury, my judge is a Gun!
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