[Verse 1 – Sermon Pulse / Machine-Gun Merge] Yeah, the law exists—but not for me, They drew the lines, then erased who I be. I wore ties to court and cuffs to sleep, Knew the code, but the silence cut deep. Swore the flag, still got flagged on sight, Filed peace, but they redacted my right. So I studied the clause and the clause said this: If the law don’t shield—you load and resist. Now I got a vest that the courtroom respects, Proof-stitched prayers over trauma and tech. It's not vengeance, it’s structural defense— I ain’t shoot first, but I filed the suspense. Jury in place? Cool. Here's my brief: Years of appeals carved into grief. When justice got slow, I clocked the route— Got a vest for the verdict and a voice that shouts. [Hook – Legal Armor Chant] Jury proof vest—stitched in the clause, Where the state took too long, so the soul made laws. This ain’t outlaw rap—this survival recused, I wore silence too long—now I’m courtroom-proof. Jury proof vest—steel in my speech, Filed every round under section and breach. They say law’s blind, but the witness sees— I’m the loophole walking with the right to breathe. [Verse 2 – Machine-Gun Cadence] They said “You should’ve waited, called dispatch twice,” But the dial tone bled through the heat of the night. By the time they arrived, the chalk drew names, And the only thing left was my rights in flames. So I stitched my defense in a vest of code, Each plate engraved with what the law forebode. Every shot I dodged—another page sealed, Every friend I buried—another case appealed. You call it paranoia—I call it prep, 'Cause the courtroom cold when the street gets wet. So I walk like I studied the statute deep, Like I know what to quote if I don't make it to sleep. Vest ain’t fashion—it’s functional fear, Where the trauma’s too loud for the jury to hear. So I wrote my defense on a Kevlar sheet, Where the ink don’t bleed, and the law meets heat. [Hook – Legal Armor Chant] Jury proof vest—stitched in the clause, Where the state took too long, so the soul made laws. This ain’t outlaw rap—this survival recused, I wore silence too long—now I’m courtroom-proof. Jury proof vest—steel in my speech, Filed every round under section and breach. They say law’s blind, but the witness sees— I’m the loophole walking with the right to breathe. [Verse 3 – Reflective Drift] I ain’t proud of the trigger—I’m proud I ain’t fold, When the world wrote “justice” in a file gone cold. I sat in that pew, watched the judge look bored, While my mother held grief that no law restored. So I studied the codes and the courtroom grace, Then I bought me a vest that could plead my case. I ain’t here to be judge—I’m just here to be safe, And I spit like a man that done outlived the wraith. The law is a building—but justice is breath, And I walked through both with a pen and a vest. If you ever get called and the oath feel strange, Just know: some verdicts only come through flame. [Final Hook – Unified Cadence] Jury proof vest—stitched in the clause, Where the state took too long, so the soul made laws. This ain’t outlaw rap—this survival recused, I wore silence too long—now I’m courtroom-proof. Jury proof vest—case closed with scars, Filed in the street where the plea went hard. I ain’t trust in the law, I became its proof— Armor on rhythm, and I spit that truth.
