Am I Justified?

Back home where the old wounds cut deep, Coal dust and old debts never sleep, A badge on my chest, a stone in my soul, Justice ain’t free, and the price takes its toll… We learned right from wrong with calloused hands, Same dust, same scars, same land. One chose the fire, one chose the line, Both thought the truth was on their side. Promises bend when the pressure stays, Fear makes cowards out of faith. You crossed a line you swore you’d guard, Now I’m standing where you fell apart. I didn’t wear this steel to play the saint, I don’t confuse restraint with faint. When the moment comes, I don’t retreat, Some justice walks on wounded feet. I walk the line where right meets sin, Draw back the hammer, decide what’s within, When good men fall and the law bends thin, Justified’s the blade that carves the living from the end… You talk like fate tied both your hands, Blame the world, blame every man. But every choice you ever made Still signed your name in black and lead. I remember who you used to be, Before the deal, before the greed. But mercy don’t erase the truth When force is all that’s left to use. I don’t enjoy the weight I bear, I just won’t pretend it’s unfair. If I hesitate, the innocent pay, So I shoulder what you turned away. Justice don’t beg, it don’t plead, It answers violence with resolve and need. And when it comes, it comes complete, No praise, no crown, no clean retreat. I walk the line where right meets sin, Draw back the hammer, decide what’s within, When good men fall and the law bends thin, Justified’s the blade that carves the living from the end… I don’t claim to be clean or free of blame, I just stand where the line remains. You call it cruel, you call it wrong, I call it justice… and I move on.