I’m about to drop some rage on this paper on this page
New York City Family court is just false hope, a horror stage
You show up for the process with your papers and you pray
That justice will be served, deadbeat daddy’s gonna pay.
Five years chasing what is rightly legally their’s
The children that he fathered no emotion he don’t care
I show up and I show up and I push away my fears
And hope to God this will be the final of five years.
But no no no no no no no no no no not today
White collar criminal he smirks and smugly walks away.
Devastated, unmotivated, nerve sick controls my brain
I seriously feel the systems driving me insane
America the beautiful the land of the free
Well it’s mocking and it’s shocking that it keeps on shackling me
I’m a puppet in a system that the magistrate won’t see
But I’ll March another
hearing because my sons they will fly free…