**Verse 1** Sometimes I laugh at the world we're living in, 'Cause if I didn't laugh, I'd probably cry. Everybody's preaching about righteousness While another man is paying the price. There's a joke hiding underneath the headlines, A punchline nobody wants to hear: The rules look different depending on How much money brought you here. **Verse 2** There's the man on the street with an empty pocket, Trying to keep his family fed. There's the man with a lawyer on retainer Who can make a courtroom bend. One mistake can cost the first man everything, One connection can buy another time. And somewhere behind the curtain Money shakes hands with power in the night. **Chorus** Two kinds of justice, Two doors in the wall. One for the forgotten, One for the powerful. One man gets buried underneath his sentence, Another disappears behind a name. And we laugh because the joke's so bitter— But somebody always pays. **Verse 3** Call it the Epstein class, Call it whatever name you choose. The files and the headlines keep reminding us How power can become a shield. There were victims who were young and powerless, While wealth opened doors that should've stayed closed. And the people who were hurt the deepest Were never the people holding the gold. The Justice Department itself later acknowledged that victims in the earlier investigation were not treated with the forthrightness and sensitivity expected, and criticized the judgment behind the 2007 non-prosecution agreement. **Chorus** Two kinds of justice, Two doors in the wall. One for the forgotten, One for the powerful. One man's mistake becomes a prison number, Another man's fortune builds a higher gate. And we laugh because the joke's so bitter— While somebody else absorbs the weight. **Verse 4** I don't believe that every name in a document Means a criminal should wear the blame. A name beside a photograph or telephone number Doesn't prove somebody's guilt in a case. But that's not the question haunting people— It's why the powerful seem so hard to reach. Why truth takes years to crawl into the daylight While money gets a microphone to speak. **Bridge** Oh, what a strange little world we've made, Where greed can dress itself in gold, Where conscience gets auctioned to the highest bidder And the poor get told to do what they're told. But there's a Judge beyond the courthouse, And a courtroom money cannot buy. No lawyer can bargain with the Maker, No fortune can purchase a lie. **Final Chorus** Two kinds of justice down here, But there's one justice when we die. No billionaire can buy an entrance, No poor man has to bribe the sky. The names we worship here mean nothing When eternity opens up the door. The powerful and the powerless Stand equal before the Lord. **Outro** So I'll laugh at the madness when I can, And I'll grieve for those who've paid the cost. Because the darkest joke of all this world Is how easily a soul gets lost. You can own the buildings, You can own the banks, You can own the island and the land— But when the final judgment comes, You can't buy the hand of God.
