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Pistol shots ring out in the night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She sees the in a pool of blood
out, "My God, they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the
The man, the authorities came to
For that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, Patty see?
And another man Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only the register, I hope you understand

I saw leavin'" he says, and he stops
"One of us had better up the cops"
And so Patty the cops
And arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far away in another of town
Rubin and a couple of friends are drivin' around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no what kinda shit was about to go down
a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

Just like the time before and the before that
In that's just the way things go
If black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the

Alfred had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, looked like middleweights
They jumped a white car with out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this not dead"
So they took him to the
And though this man could see
told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul in
him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here He ain't the guy"

Yes, here's the of the hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the

months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
While Arthur Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for to blame

"Remember murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you you saw the getaway car?"
"You you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't that you are white"

Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
Cops said, "A boy like you could use a break
We got you for the job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice

You'll be doin' a favor
That sonofabitch is and gettin' braver
We to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this murder on him
He no gentleman Jim"

Rubin could a man out with just one punch
But he did like to talk about it all that much
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to paradise
Where the streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a
But then they took him to the
Where they try to turn a man into a

All of Rubin's cards were marked in
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The judge made witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a crazy
No one doubted that he pulled the
And though could not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white agreed

Carter was falsely tried
The was murder one, guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly
And the newspapers, all went along for the ride

How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's
To see him framed
Couldn't help but me feel ashamed to live in a land
justice is a game

Now all the in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot
An innocent man in a living

That's the story of the
But it be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The of the world