Standin' in court, hands folded at my waist
Watchin' false testimonies shape the outcome of my case
Blank look on my face, one of her colleagues at the stand
I knew she was fuckin' him, he prolly did it, damn!
It's gettin' hot, I'm sweatin', nervous, I didn't do this shit
I feel like Harrison Ford in the beginning of The Fugitive
I ain't used to this, dishonor of bein' framed
Although a .45 with my prints laid next to where she was slain
And I was passed out on the floor, empty vodka bottle in my hand
Goddamn! All this planned just 'cuz she already had a man
Her fam givin' me cold stares, make me wish that they killed me
Verdict's in, 'fore judge opened his mouth I know I'm guilty
Damn...