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She's Peeking

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"She's peeking through that blindfold"— what a stranger walks away humming

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Justice wears a blindfold but I caught her looking
Right through to the money in the back row
Same gavel that built this country's backbone
Breaking backs of people who look , you know
Marble steps cold under my work boots
While lawyers in thousand-dollar suits negotiate my truth
[Chorus]
She's peeking through that blindfold
Weighing gold instead of evidence
The scales tip toward whoever's paying rent
On that courthouse with the broken promises
She's peeking through that blindfold
And I see you seeing
[Verse 2]
Grew up believing in that lady with the scales
Now I know she's just another employee on the payroll
They teach you justice is impartial and pure
But poverty's a crime they never need to prove in court
My public defender yawning through my life sentence
Fifteen minutes to argue twenty-eight years of existing
[Chorus]
She's peeking through that blindfold
Weighing gold instead of evidence
The scales tip toward whoever's paying rent
On that courthouse with the broken promises
She's peeking through that blindfold
And I see you seeing
[Bridge]
So I walk down these marble steps
With my head held high despite the verdict
'Cause I know what I witnessed in there
Wasn't justice — it was business
And business is good
[PAUSE]
[Final Chorus]
She's peeking through that blindfold
I see the system for what it is
Not broken — working exactly as designed
To keep the money where the money lives
She's peeking through that blindfold
[STRETCH on "designed"]
But now I'm looking back at her

Style Prompt

Suno-Ready

Conscious hip-hop with live instrumentation, 91 BPM in F minor, male baritone with deliberate breath attacks and phrase-end rasp, institutional courtroom reverb (3.4s decay, tight front-end compression at 2.8:1). Arrangement: punchy kick-snare backbone locked to deep 808-weighted bass line with rhythmic pocket variations every 2 bars, sparse clean-toned electric guitar stabs on backbeats, layered vocal harmonies on chorus building to call-and-response cadence. Production sits in Memphis Sounds dead-room aesthetic—tight, un-padded, with tape saturation at +3dB on vocal bus and subtle sub-bass rumble at 56 Hz anchoring verses. Verses whisper-close to mic with audible finger placement on guitar; chorus explodes with wall-of-voice texture and reverb-soaked declamatory delivery. Bridge strips to isolated vocal + bass pulse

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