somebody told me that their family
did them wrong I looked them in
the eye and said to them be strong
I under stand your circumstance
mines done me the same I ain't
naming no names I don't have too
they know who they are I don't hide
my scars their in plain sight though
they may be unsightly sometimes
they bleed like a busted fountain
pen in the pocket of a white shirt
getting the stain out is a lot of work
just throw away the shirt but I rather
keep it around for show and tell
whose fingerprints are all over it
supporting the truth being told
over and over again gathering
up DNA to convict the culprits