Justice

A man who takes justice into his own hands

Justice

I sit here in the courtroom
The judge throws out the case
But justice must be done
So I leave the room with haste

I go out to the parking lot
I open my car door
I reach into the glove box
And grab my forty four

I wait outside the courthouse
My head begins to whirl
Justice will be done today
You killed my little girl

I see the smile on your face
You’re really looking well
Rest in peace motherfucker
We’ll meet again in hell