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My Jury And My Judge
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 ...