[Objective]

The death of a girl leaves reality hollow and raw,
now a man's facing the judgment of society & law...

(The jury's explenation & how they'll see through the lies:)

Since the day he saw her fit body in the gym and the sexy thighs
he couldn't vizualize existence without her in his life.
As he approached her and tried to act different from the typical guys,
he took notice of the blonde hair that covered her cold blue beautiful eyes.
As she tilted her head in his direction, hair moved away from her face
and completely exposed the facial features of the angel of grace.
He was so mesmerized and stunned at her beauty he left her there guessin',
what could'a been a nice opening line turned to a creepy impression.
Anything else is held out of the confession, but the confederate state;
''The last time they was seen together this moment is believed to be sealing her fate.''
Since he didn't get a date he was determined to follow her home,
and the last witness said it had seen them walking from the gym all alone.
An hour later she was found in a dumpster, a coincidental death?
Well, the autopsy showed that she overdosed on meth.
It doesn't fit her personality and it surprised everyone involved,
she participated in pro-life & anti-drug seminars, a new case to be solved.
Keep lo' and behold, the guy that approached her in the gym just got out of rehab,
went to the gym due to damaged muscle tissue and an injured knee cap.
When asked about a relapse he refused to answer and stared at the wall,
as if life doesn't even matter at all..

(His thoughts and how he experienced the crime:)

The paper holds up until the quoted line,
she was beautiful and sweet, a dime, lovely, destined to shine.
And it was a fact at the time that her voice mesmerized boys,
how she did it is considered a secret throughout Illinois.
But to me she always had a choice, I never offered her meth,
I'll never tell that to the judge, cuz that's a secret to be kept.
I might have seemed careless in the hearing because I overslept,
but her death choked my spirit to the point it's still hard to accept.
It's the other way around, I was the one who had help to offer,
her murder boils down to her sibling, with the brain of a toddler..
After the rehab I knew quite a bit 'bout her godforsaken brother,
So we had silently been exchanging a few words to eachother.
If her parents even bothered they'd see his problems with drugs,
and the ever growing debt he was owing to hardheaded thugs.
He'd been lying and said it was his sister that was buying the shit,
when it caught up with him they threatened that he would get slit.
They had been spying on the kid, but figured it didn't do much,
they wanted to do something that'd leave him scarred but untouched.
We attended the same school, but never hung out so she thought I was lying,
And I felt it was wrong to invade her life as she was on the verge of crying.
So they followed his sister to the gym, where I had been seen,
the reason I avoid the drug test is because I would come clean.
We was supposed to walk home together, but when the plans got destroyed,
I went to the woods by myself to vent and fill the inevitable growing void.
When I got back two hours later I was arrested for the death of this girl,
her mother's a widow too, the truth bout her son would push her out of this world.
So what happened one may ask, I'll anwer your questions;
the thugs realized her brother was broke and wanted to teach him some lessons,
they kidnapped his sister from a van, forced drugs in her system and killed her in seconds.
She wasn't supposed to die, just enough to get hospitalized,
they thought she did drugs so they gave too much for her to survive.
When they realized there'd be involvement from the police,
they planted a witness that lied to the cops and blamed it on me.
Her cousin was in on it too, but he's not to be seen in the court,
I heard from an inmate he went crazy, quit snorting and is picking up sport.
I guess it's the price you pay by coming up short, there's no way to fake it,
God knows why I said it was me; it'd be too much for her mother to take it.
The same message reached her brother, so he's cleaner than ever as well,
but as far as sub judice goes; this is the reason you never know who's going to Hell.
With life as your trial, your soul as your witness and conscience the jury,
think twice before facing the judge whose seen it all and planning the verdict of fury.