Lyrics:
Arrested on charges of unemployment
He was sitting in the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
Said free that brown
interview
I don't have to answer you
This is what I grew into
Don't judge me and my soul stew
funk is my attitude
Funk is my attitude
Funky crime
When that old judge looked down at me.
Said I put you in that penitentiary Lord, Lord.
[Chorus]
Well now it won't be long, just a few more days.
free
Let him be like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
gotta do my time
With an aching heart, on that gal of mine
When that old judge looked down at me
Said I put you in that penitentiary Lord, Lord
heard the judge make his decision,
And no longer were we man and wife.
I hate the sight of that courtroom,
Where man-made laws push God's laws aside.
As we walked from the church, side by side.
The next scene was a crowded courtroom,
And like strangers we sat side by side.
Then I heard the judge
him
Judge Richard Figoney ruled yesterday in small claims court against Tom Hosley
Who sought the money from Alison Cheeselet, 31
Because she had
you
So judge if you can -
The devil incarnate or
A misunderstood man
His origins, his way of life
His motives - they''re all news
No shortage
the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me
The judge said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word,
he?"
He's makin' whoopee
Now he doesn't make much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says, "You'll pay six to her."
his store
[Chorus]
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream
Ideology over vermin
Laying at the alter of my god
May he judge me
Laying at the alter of my god
May he judge me
Laying at the alter of my god
May he
Arrested on charges of unemployment
He was sitting in the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
Said free that brown
black so who's to know
As a matter of fact, color, creed and breed must go
There'll be no light, so there can be no sight
And you'll judge your fellow men
call him Judge, his last name is Dredd
So break the law, and you wind up dead
Truth and justice are what he's fighting for
Judge Dredd the man, he is
poor Dupree and put him into the jail
Caught poor Dupree put him in the jail
Atlanta prison is where Betty took Dupree his mail
Dupree said judge
Arrested on charges of unemployment
He was sitting in the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
Said free that brown
don't understand me
So why do you judge my life
You don't even know me
You say that I'm not living right
You don't understand me
So why do you
I asked the judge... Well, I asked the judge... Well, I asked the judge, what might be my crime. Get a pick and shoveL.. Get a pick and shovel... Get
always growing up to be, whoa-oh
And then they ask who are we?
'Cause it's not for us to judge what we don't see
And it's not for us to say what life
judge me
(You judge me)
Now you can't sleep
(Cannot sleep)
You judge me
(You judge me)
The haunting
My blind eyes, they still see
Emptiness that's still
who judges him
I won't despise him for his weakness
I won't regard him for his strength
I won't take away his freedom
I will help him learn
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "Lordy, no!"
Hold it
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