The mantle of the Criminal, a crown that doesn't fit.
Working through probation, and shovelling with shit.
Somewhat out of character, somewhere out of place.
Acquiring unwanted labels, that hang heavy with disgrace.
The mantle of the Criminal, a coin from laugh to tear.
A pocket full of loose change, with a currency unclear.
Somewhat unfamiliar, something without worth.
Leading to a clear path, and a justified rebirth.
The mantle of a Criminal,
A branding on a page.
Now the audience whisper and point, for all the worlds a stage.
Somewhere there's a record,
Somewhere there's a stain.
A criminal conviction,
A shadow on my name.
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