Trial of the century

Geraldo did cover, the long murder trial
Marcia had evidence, that stretched for a mile
He showed his true colors, right there on the tube
A cop named Mark Furman, a racist, a boob

They’re trying to frame him, this is an attack
The cops just don’t like him, because he is black
He couldn’t have been there, arthritis was failin’
They even tried using, his pal Kato Kaelin

She proved he’s a liar, a phony, a loser
Dishonest, a failure, an excessive boozer
Disgraceful, a cheater, a harmful drug user
The infamous suspect, a spousal abuser

Nicole’s blood on his things, and more than a trace
Inside his white Bronco, all over the place
With science on her side, what could they say?
How to explain it? ‘Twas his DNA

Surely they had him, no doubt they would win
This man they call O.J., was guilty as sin
In talk shows they said it, in papers they wrote
To all it was clear, that he slit her throat

Some days were real long, some ended in fury
For more than a year, said Ito, “No hurry”
They did all they could, now O.J. should worry
It took them 3 hours, an impatient jury

But this is in L.A., a different type place
It’s not about guilt, it’s all about race
Freedom will come, it is in the cards
If you’ve got deep pockets, and 2000 yards

They read us the verdict, we couldn’t believe
They said it “not guilty,” he got his reprieve
Outrageous conclusion, the jury conceived
The Browns and the Goldmans, they suddenly grieved

To all those who watched, the verdict seemed weird
For families of victims, the nightmare they feared
On national TV, their eyes were all teared
What bothers me most? The thousands that cheered

A nation that cheers, for spousal abuse
In this guy’s opinion, there ain’t no excuse
Whether you call him, “O.J.” or “Juice”
He don’t need no golf club, but does need a noose

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