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When your time above the law has ended
And your deeds no longer can be defended
What then, Mr. President?

For every lie you ever told
For every con you ever sold
For every dime you stole
There will come a day

For all the facts that you invent
For your felonious intent
For all the rules you bent
There is a debt to pay

And rest assured, Mr. President,
We are waiting

No one is asking you to be a saint
No one is asking you to be somethin’ you ain’t
Mr. President

But you don’t seem to realize
There is an end to this joy ride
Your influence will be downsized
Your great power will subside

Then will come a reckoning
It is already beckoning
Now or later, it don’t matter
when your so-called friends will scatter

Justice, then, Mr. President, will be done

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from Second Chances, released June 14, 2020

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This stuff here is my soul scratching messages on the wall of its prison cell.

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