Guilty 'Till Proven Innocent ⚖️

Killer Political HipHop Addressing This Corrupt Justice System.
Music, Lyrics, Performance & Production by: Savagized_Beatz/M C.🎼M.Savage 2025 © #Soundtrap_Made ~ G - 80 BPM
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Lyrics
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Freedom to me, is a word
in a dream.
Reality, Is when I wake
up and scream.
As my eyes adjust, I get
a chill in my bones.
Freedom doesn't exist,
'cause this jail's my home.
A voice fills my cell, another
squak-box command.
I cannot speak when my
throat's in your hand.
Punished for a crime
that I did not commit.
A case built on lies, and
a bunch of bullshit.
What I say in defense,
doesn't matter at all.
If what I say helps the case,
they nail me to the wall.
If I was wealthy, I could
buy my way out.
But I'm not, so I'm learning
what corruption's about.
I won't pout, I'll just pray.
These types of injustices
happen everyday.
The court appointed public
pretender is late.
All rise for England's magistrate.

I'm a victim, of the system.
Can't prove my innocence.
I'm another number to them.
Suffering the laws incompetence.
Sign the check for a fair trial.
Pay us enough, and we'll seal
your file.
Justice is for sale. That's evident.
Guilty 'Till Proven Innocent.

Who is the criminal,
Is it me or you?
You're a part of the hypocrisy,
You break the law too.
You violate our rights.
Committing daily crimes.
You're as guilty as me,
but I don't see you doing time.
Your crimes are covered up,
'cause the system's getting rich.
Mistakes that are exploited,
chain them up, flick the switch.
You put the blame on me,
instead of doing your job.
It's my rights, my freedom,
my life that you rob.
Try to make people change,
as you put them through hell.
Try to rehabilitate,
when we're locked in a cell.
You go through my case,
like you're in a big hurry.
Then with a smile on your face,
you tell me not to worry.
You're the soulless bastard
that goes home everyday.
With no thought of remorse,
of how the innocent pay.
You never have the time,
to give a proper defense...
Unless we have the money,
to buy our innocence.

Justice Is Up For Sale

Everyone's a suspect in the
eyes of those that make the rules.
This is what we get when we
become a nation full of fools.
Squandering your rights for the
promise of tomorrow.
The things you think they
sell, well, you can only borrow.
Hollow are their consciences as
people' lives are ruined with lies.
Inconsistent evidence, bail denied,
can't justify this blackmail and
this kidnapping. Your civil rights
end here.
A nation with no faith, is a
nation that's controlled by fear.

The system needs more buildings.
The D.A. wants a fatter wallet.
Fill the courts up with the poor,
Justice we will call it.

I'm a victim, of the system.
Can't prove my innocence.
I'm another number to them.
Suffering the laws incompetence.
Sign the check for a fair trial.
Pay us enough, and we'll seal
your file.
Justice is for sale. That's evident.
Guilty 'Till Proven Innocent.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
1991 ©
Rewritten for music:
November 30th
2025 ©

Savagized_Beatz 2025 ©