The trial

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You're all looking at me like I did something wrong
As if I had looked at a woman other than my own
Should be ashamed of yourselves
Should be ashamed of yourselves
You want me to fall on my knees on that floor
And cry and implore your mercy just because I'm poor

We had a small shack on the hill
I spent my days ploughing my field
The kids were young, the wife was ill

Until the night my fate was sealed
A cross was burning on my lawn
The screaming lasted until dawn
I was dragged in here by the crowd
For a crime I knew nothing about

The color of a man ain't a window to his soul
But people feel this kind of hatred that they can't control
Don't try to blame me for your sins
Don't try to blame me for your sins
You freak out when I come too close to your family
And yet you'll bring your kids to watch me hanging from my tree

And when I said it wasn't me
They all thought who else could it be
The judge concluded that I lied
He said he saw it in my eyes
The crowd then led me to the tree
The only thing that I could see
The little house from where I came
Being devoured by the flames

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