Yeah… verdict still loadin’…
Say I’m free, but don’t quote it…

Judge still thinkin’, jury still torn,
I been livin’ on appeal since the day I was born.
Got a past with a pulse, got a future on hold,
But I move like I’m clear ’cause the truth still bold.
I don’t wait on permission, I pivot and play,
Life fast-tracks chaos—I learn on the way.
If they ask about my sins, I don’t dodge, I don’t spin,
I just smile like, “Yeah… but look who I been.”

Yeah, I ain’t cleared yet…
But I ain’t guilty either…

Pardon pending, still winnin’,
Yeah, my case still open but I’m still in it.
They don’t know if I’ll fold or ascend it—
But I move like the verdict already written.
Pardon pending, still standin’,
Life tried to box me, I expanded.
If forgiveness got a waitlist—cool…
I’ll be right here demandin’.

I been free in my mind even locked in debate,
Some folks serve time while they sittin’ in place.
I don’t fear the gavel, I respect the grind,
Every setback just a motion I file in time.
I don’t claim innocence, I claim growth,
Big difference when you read it close.
I ain’t perfect—but I’m present now,
That alone get respect in this sentence now.

Yeah, I ain’t cleared yet…
But I ain’t guilty either…

Pardon pending, still winnin’,
Yeah, my case still open but I’m still in it.
They don’t know if I’ll fold or ascend it—
But I move like the verdict already written.
Pardon pending, still standin’,
Life tried to box me, I expanded.
If forgiveness got a waitlist—cool…
I’ll be right here demandin’.

If they never clear my name, I’ll still rise,
I don’t need approval to justify life.
Some wins don’t come stamped or signed—
They come when you refuse to decline…

Pardon pending—say it louder,
I survived long enough to feel powerful.
Even guilty nights made me credible,
Every scar on my record unforgettable.
Pardon pending, still free,
That verdict gotta catch up to me.
Yeah, I walk like I’m already clean—
Case closed in my energy.

Still pending…
Still standin’…