This track is called: Pardons and Problems (Hook) Ayo, DC streets ain't built for the weak, Where justice sleeps, and the pardon reeks, Power’s a game, they playin’ for keeps, Fuck the blindfold—Lady Justice peeks. (Verse 1) Yo, they pardoned a punk with hate on his chest, “Camp Auschwitz”? Man, that’s some wild-ass mess, Down on the Hill, where the deals get struck, They hand out mercy like a backroom buck. Big man’s pen givin’ passes to goons, Shit’s darker than DC alleyways under the moon, They preach law and order, but it’s all for the show, While the real ones rot in cells, can’t even get parole. Ain’t no cherry blossoms, just a city of schemes, Where power gets traded for American dreams, Capitol steps got blood in the cracks, But they pardon the ones who put knives in our backs. (Hook) Ayo, DC streets ain't built for the weak, Where justice sleeps, and the pardon reeks, Power’s a game, they playin’ for keeps, Fuck the blindfold—Lady Justice peeks. (Verse 2) Victims cryin’, their wounds still raw, But the system got no love, just loopholes in the law, They talk freedom, but it’s fake like their smiles, Handshakes in the Senate stretch for miles. Politicizin’ clemency, that’s the move, Playin’ chess with lives, fuck a public-approved, Yo, Freedom Plaza ain't free—it's a lie, While they pardon the guilty, the innocent die. Used to hit Ben’s Chili Bowl, chop it up with the crew, Now the vibe in this town is straight red, white, and blue, But not the good kind, nah, it's hate in disguise, Pardons for villains, while justice just dies. (Bridge) Yo, K Street lobbyists lightin' cigars, While we out here fightin’ for a chance in the stars, Judges takin’ orders, blind eyes to the hurt, And the people in power treatin’ victims like dirt. (Verse 3) This ain't about left or right, fuck your sides, It’s about the ones laughin’ while the country divides, A pardon ain’t justice, it’s a get-outta-jail, A high-five for hate, while the rest of us fail. DC Metro runs late, but karma don’t stall, They pardoned the devil, but the devil gon’ fall, Yo, we the 51st state, still playin’ their game, But we see through the bullshit, the lies, and the shame. So fuck your pardons, and fuck your excuse, We the people, and we tired of abuse, DC’s streets whisper truths through the cracks, And one day, justice gon’ take that shit back. (Hook) Ayo, DC streets ain't built for the weak, Where justice sleeps, and the pardon reeks, Power’s a game, they playin’ for keeps, Fuck the blindfold—Lady Justice peeks. (Outro) From the Wharf to Anacostia, we ain’t dumb, We see the pardons, and we know where they come, This ain’t no city of saints—it’s a beast, But one day, these crooks gon’ bow to the least.

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