The Ballad of the Diddy Trial

In a courtroom down in the city square,

They’re talking 'bout truths and lies laid bare.

A high life lived, now under the light,

The gavel echoes in the dead of night.

He wore his fame like a tailored coat,

But now he's drifting in a sinking boat.

The banjo hums, a sorrowful tune,

Justice waits beneath the pale-lit moon.

Oh, the mighty fall, no matter how high,

When the world’s watchin’ with a judging eye.

The banjo strums, the truth prevails,

Through the storm of the Diddy trial’s gales.

The whispers roll like a southern stream,

About the cost of living a gilded dream.

What’s the truth and what’s the lie?

A heavy weight beneath the sky.

The banjo rings, a lonesome cry,

As we watch the wheel of justice try.

A tale of power, a tale of fame,

But every road can end in shame.

Oh, the mighty fall, no matter how high,

When the world’s watchin’ with a judging eye.

The banjo strums, the truth prevails,

Through the storm of the Diddy trial’s gales.