Ay, this for anybody that’s ever been accused of doing something they didn’t do

[Verse 1: Clymax]
You spend your nights tryna get the truth
Doing time for a crime that you didn’t do, ain’t no proof
You got pride, but they prejudiced
And now your case on a trial with no evidence, that’s negligent
The game is filthy, ain’t no fixing it
Because you’re guilty up until you prove you’re innocent, ain’t this some shit
It’s dark up in that prison, I just want for you to listen
This for anybody that’s been wrongfully convicted
I told ‘em all that I was innocent
I’m tryna figure how I got in this predicament, ain’t this some shit
They took my freedom, took my joy, took my family away, hey
Feel like I’m ‘bout to lose my sanity today
Incarcerated in the justice system
Another victim falsely charged but ain’t no grudge against him, [?] tricked him
They say time can bring a bunch of wisdom, guess I’m a wizard
Filed appeals, but every judge dismissed them, I must have dissed them
Man, I wish that I could travel back and take that plea deal they offered, I wasn’t having that
But matter fact, if I went back, I’d probably still refuse
‘cause then that means that I submit to somehow being duped, I disapprove
I ain’t a crook so why they blaming me?
They put my picture in the news, man, why they framing me? It’s plain to see
I ain’t even had no money so a court-appointed lawyer’s what they gave me
I asked the lord if he can save me
I swear I’m slowly going crazy, ten years passed me by, another forty more awaits me
Doing fifty years, introducing new appeals, uh
All I want is for the truth to be revealed, huh
[Verse 2: K-Rino]
What a system, another victim of a false conviction, hauled to prison all because of a false description that fits him
Now freedom’s distant due to the iron bars that restrict him
The jury didn’t listen though the evidence was nonexistent
He was innocent, yet still he was losing the fight, man ‘cause proper representation was out of his price range
The witnesses were not credible, the judge had no leniency
The state needed a scapegoat, and he landed conveniently
The years rolled by, he continued to say prayers, went from a young man to a middle aged man with gray hairs
All his prime days lost on the prison grounds, g, while the person who really did it was walking ‘round free
But he stayed in the library and fought hard for years
New developments in the case led to his name being cleared
Yeah, they paid him off for wrongly convicting him of a crime
But no amount of money can compensate for lost time, c’mon