The cruel hand of reality

It doesn't matter if you are just or not

If you are powerless, you are nothing but a dog to fate

You can have never done a single crime in your entire life

Yet, the instant you encounter a crimminal and he frames you for that crime

you are done, that's it!. do your time

This is the cruel hand of reality

where nothing is bright and nothing is blue

where nothing is true and your life is just events of black and blue

and all you can do, is just stand there and accept the pain

for if you die, there is nothing to gain

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