They didn't find the wrong.

Accused that you were,
 tried yes they did
found guilty no you weren't.
 District Attorney dismissed the case,
 laughed in the face
 of those who brought the notion, his innosense was hid.
They didn't have the evidence because there was none to share.
All because  the crackins second baby daddy, she did not want him there.
Take a daddy away from one child, take a daddy away from two,
No big deal to take their fathers away when another man came through.

Brain wash the child into thinking the worst of its life,
a nightmare that never happened.
Throwing around religous bandaids sealing what was imagined.

He couldn't fight the crackin for the rights to the child she wanted taken away,
the demon was hell bound and determined that she punish their earthly stay.

Obviously there was no guilty verdict or else he'd be taken away,
the cost of his rights was to much money to pay.
He was given an ultimatum and it goes something like this," either pay up your money or give her a goodbye kiss."

People all over gave him money but still it was not enough,
he couldn't fight the financial game to win his love, so tough.

His tears were endless streams of sorrow, sobbing pain.
The day he signed the ink to the paper he never was again.
He lost his soul, a knife pierced his heart,
his center of his world ripped up, ripped apart.

He always tried to make sense of such a senseless way,
he moved on with his life but never was the same.

Those who know him know him well and have known him quite long,
they know that what was said that happened did not because they didn't find a wrong.