1. 1.
    (bkz: Urban Discipline) (bkz: biohazard)

    Looking through these bars and wondering why I'm here
    Accused of a crime I did not commit and the police make nothing
    clear
    Stipped of my rights by the words of another
    Locked in a cell with my victimized brothers
    In this country, the land of the free
    I'm an innocent man arrested guilty

    I stand accused, innocent of the crime
    Not yet been sentenced but I'm already doing time

    Mistaken identity, handcuffed face down
    Mistaken identity, my freedom gagged and bound

    Surrounded by convicted felons, locked down in this cell
    What did I ver do to earn this living hell

    Busted by cops in need of a collar
    Eating donuts four to twelve to earn their dollar
    In this country, the land of the free
    I am an innocent man arrested guilty

    The criminal justice system plagued with dishonesty
    They should judge themselves instead of crucifying me

    A pussy power trip throw me in the joint
    I feel sorry for you because you're missing the point
    You picked the wrong motherfucker and followed it through
    Let the hammer of injustice fall on you

    You have right to remain silent
    Was the bullshit that he said
    Put your hands where I can see them
    Make one move and you're dead

    To fill a quota and treat my life
    Like a number or a statistic
    Make once innocent youth outraged
    Angry and ballistic
    ... dolayli zarf tumleci