Life in the dark with his colors hidden,
Inside deep in the shadows, almost forbidden.
Vanished this street boy, for a soul unforgiving,
Interrogated throughout his teen hood, reliving.
Nothing did he do, yet linked to the crime,
Granted no law and was forced to do his time.
Mother murdered, in the corrupt town,
Young John brilliantly framed down.
One clue to prove his innocence,
Window wide open, but nothing there.
Neat kitchen, except for the bloodstained skate.
Sin covered and the murderer free,
Tormented John to hang him by the tree.
One more year, for him to be outside prison gate.
Reliving to get justice for that bloody Sunday fate.
Yo Skater boy this cellmate called, Better get to work he said, as his time went on.