I’m Being Charged With Double Homicide. Luckily, I Just So Happen To Have A Spare Pair Of Glasses Lying Around.

Hehehe.

The feds trying to hit me with a life sentence. But, little do they know, I have a sneaky, sneaky little weapon up my sleeve. Let me put y’all niggas on game.

You see, the cops can only charge you with a crime. But the jury is the ones who actually decide if you’re guilty or not— peep how they ain’t teach y’all that in school, right? That’s called the school-to-prison pipeline.

Anyways, if you follow that logic, then that means that the only thing you have to do is convince the jury you’re not guilty. Right? And that’s where y’all get shit fucked up. Y’all get so caught up in the fact that the cops done arrested y’all, that y’all don’t even peep that the real game ain’t even started yet. But I do. Which is exactly why I’ma beat this weak-ass murder charge.

I’m playing the game right, dawg. It’s not a game of “facts,” or “evidence,” or, even, “guilt”. It’s a game of images. Appearances. So, yeah, okay. Maybe they got that weak-ass video of me doing the crime. Or my closest friend testifying against me. But, nigga, I got glasses on.

I don’t look at shit they way the rest of y’all do. Y’all niggas just wake up, get out of bed, and start y’all day. But me? I can’t do none of that, without putting an item on my face first.

My body different, you heard?

I don’t read books, but if I wanted to, I am more than physically capable. I don’t possess much knowledge, or wisdom, but I resemble a few people who do. I may have done the crime, but nigga, I got glasses on.

So, the prosecution team can keep doing all that yapping. And the feds can sit satisfied with themselves, thinking they got me. But I’m sitting in the corner of my cell, posted up like Dr. Evil, twiddling my fingers, smirking to myself. Because I know I got a spare pair of glasses lying around.

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