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[Pounding]

[Pounding]

[Breathing sharply]

♪

♪

The only reason I don't pull the trigger

is everyone would know it was me.

♪

Won't be long now, though.

It doesn't need to be me.

So many other guys willing to do the job.

Somebody's coming for you. And soon.

Are you ready for that?

Doesn't look that way to me.

Are you finally asking yourself the question,

"Who am I doing this for?"

I looked up to you.

♪

♪

You know who's up next on the stand?

Jessica Rossi.

I wonder what she's gonna say...

...how ugly that might get.

♪

Doesn't have to happen.

If you do the right thing.

♪

What's your offer?

Why are you talking to me about this?

Well, our prosecutor won't go for it.

Wait. You haven't spoken to her?

We need you to do that.

Kim Pearson is a friend of mine.

We know.

Who is this "we"?

♪

♪

♪

[Indistinct conversations]

♪

Hey.

There's a rumour around town

that Martha may be running for mayor.

No disrespect or anything, but we like the current mayor.

She's someone you can talk to.

Oh, and she doesn't want to de-fund me,

unlike your wife.

Ex-wife.

Was she your ex-wife...

when she was hanging out with this guy?

No.

This was before the election, when you were still together.

And then look what happens.

She wins the election, and our gangster friend here

gets a land grant from his new best friend--

Alderwoman Roberts.

Is that why you left her?

Too toxic for the celebrity lawyer who's saving the world?

♪

Must've been hard to tell David, "Mom is poisonous."

Poor kid.

♪

What do you want, Brannigan?

What do I want?

I was just thinking, a Public Defender like you

probably came into the job for noble reasons--

to help the disadvantaged.

And here you are,

all set to cross-examine the fuck out of a rape victim.

You've come a long way.

And you haven't answered my question.

Talk to Johnny.

Make him say yes.

About what?

He'll tell you.

And if he doesn't say yes?

[Chuckles]

Then whatever happens...

is on you.

♪

♪ Chicago ♪

♪ Where the dollar and blue collar go hand in hand ♪

♪ City of Dreams so big ♪

♪ Nightmares don't stand a chance ♪

♪ A concrete paradise where roses grow ♪

♪ See the smile from a child ♪

♪ Light up the Magnificent Mile ♪

♪ And melt the coldest snow ♪

♪ This is home ♪

♪ Find the brightest minds on these dark streets ♪

♪ See the heart and soul on these old blocks ♪

♪ Where we grow, we call it the Go ♪

♪ 'Cause we don't stop ♪

A couple of degrees away from chaos.

That's the temperature out there.

Johnny Logan spills his guts on the stand, the city goes up.

Fires, looting-- the whole story.

And it becomes a bit harder for the incumbent mayor

to win re-election.

[Chuckles]

You're a much less subtle man than you think you are, Leonard.

Well...

I don't like the message to get lost.

♪

[Door opens and closes]

♪

Dante: A new life right here.

Joshua: It's raw as hell, what you're doing here, man.

For real.

♪

You know what a fool is?

A fool in Shakespeare?

No.

Dude who hang with the king and get paid to do two things.

Make his king laugh...

What's the second?

Absence of bullshit.

No smoke up the ass, not ever. Mm.

Only the truth. You feel me?

You would've handed my brother over to the cops.

That was then.

This is now. Is it true?

What you want me to say, young'un?

You want me to be sorry?

No. No apology needed.

♪

But there is something you can do for me.

Fool?

King?

♪

[Dante chuckles]

♪

[Clattering in distance]

♪

[Clicking]

♪

[Dog barking]

♪

♪

What the hell?! Hey! Shut up!

♪

[Tires squeal]

You're kidding me. They went right over my head?

They came to you and went to Logan directly?

How do I feel about that?

How the hell do you think I feel about that?

I love this city. We have a duty to the people

that live here that overrides everything else.

Logan goes on the stand and starts whistle-blowing,

I don't know where it ends, Kim.

I think you do know.

It ends with you, Madam Mayor.

Right? Am I right?

And I think that's why you're calling me.

Brannigan found me.

Mm. Me too.

He ask you to lean on me, take his deal?

What are they offering?

You didn't ask? No.

So no leaning? No.

You're using me.

You know that.

You're using me, too, and you haven't finished.

You-- You've come a long way, Johnny, but you haven't answered

the big question you've been asking yourself.

Why I did what I did?

You're close, and I think you're about to find out--

if you don't plead guilty.

You step off now...

...you'll never know.

Never.

I hear there's an offer on the table.

Wh-- It didn't come from you?

It's off the table now.

And just so you know, it was never there.

♪

Shit. Shit.

You? Me.

Man, w-what you want? Huh?

You. What's that mean?

W-What does that mean? I don't know what that means.

You'll see.

♪

Alright. [Hand smacking seat]

♪

Kim: I want you to take your time.

Okay.

This was the night of the wake for Michael.

Mm-hmm.

I need you to say the words.

Uh, yes, it was.

How long after Michael was killed?

Six days.

When the wake was over and people went home,

how were you feeling?

Uh, it's funny. I...

It was the worst thing ever.

Uh, and at the same time, I didn't want it to end.

Why not?

Because while there were people there,

it felt like it wasn't over,

that Michael wasn't really gone.

Who was the last to leave?

Johnny. I didn't want him to go.

I-I didn't want to be left alone.

And where were you in the house?

The kitchen.

Just the two of you?

Yes.

Can you tell us what happened?

♪

He forced himself on me.

[Spectators murmur]

I tried to fight him off, but he wouldn't stop.

In my home, in my own home, with my children upstairs.

Did you feel able to report what had happened?

No.

Can you tell us why not?

Because it didn't happen.

I'm sorry?

I don't expect any of you to understand.

I think you better try. You won't understand because you don't know

what it's like to have your partner die

and then you have nowhere to go to for help

because the people that you are supposed to go to are using you.

Using you?

Here she is-- the grieving widow,

the-- the poor wife of the dead hero cop.

They made me part of their story.

Judge Evans: Wha-- Wait. Hold on.

Your testimony about the defendant,

about what he did...

It was me, it was him.

We were both in pain.

It just came out of the whole horrible mess of it all.

And...

I just wanted someone to hold on to,

and he was all there was.

He didn't force himself on you?

No.

Then I have to ask you, why did you say that he did?

Because they want it to be part of their story.

And I can't do that. I-I won't do that anymore.

My family will survive without their "help."

You watch us.

When you say "they," who do you mean?

Why don't we let Johnny tell you about it?

♪

Norma: Hello? Is this you?

Freedom of the press, Martha.

♪

We have to assume that the jury has seen it,

and if they have, it's incredibly prejudicial.

What do you want? A mistrial?

[High-pitched ringing]

Franklin? I ca--

Franklin? I can't move.

I can't-- I can't move.

Somebody get the medic!

Kim: Deputy, call the medic on your radio.

Take over. Take over.

Hurry with the medic.

Jesus. [Whimpers]

Are you okay?

I lost my meds.

Well, we can get you some more.

It's not like that, Nicole.

Who's your doctor?

You can't replace them.

But-- Good timing, though.

Legal argument concerning my wife.

Not really appropriate for me,

but thank God I've got a gifted second.

I-- [Sighs]

I don't think we'll win.

Nor do I.

So why are we-- It's a way in.

To?

Everything.

♪

The article invites speculation.

That's the point of it.

They're saying, "Look at this photograph, speculate."

The jury will be doing that right now,

and it is really damaging to Franklin.

And if it's damaging to Franklin,

it's damaging to Johnny Logan.

I can tell them not to read it.

And if they have read it, I can tell them not to speculate.

With the greatest of respect, Your Honour,

being told not to speculate is like being told not to panic--

people do the opposite.

They'll do what I say.

Are you ruling against me?

Yes.

Then we have no choice.

We'll call the witness who can end all speculation.

I have to tell you, Ms. Carter,

that calling your lead counsel's wife to testify

would be borderline unethical.

Martha? I didn't mean Martha.

Then who do you mean?

[Excited chatter, camera shutters clicking]

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♪

♪

You look great.

Not too... funereal?

No.

You're perfect.

You mean that?

Of course.

Not just saying that for an easy life?

Well, it's never an easy life. Right?

I mean, it's not the way you are.

I mean, it's not the point of Norma Johnson.

Now, if I wanted the easy life, I wouldn't be here.

[Siren wailing in distance]

Will you come with me?

It would really help if you were there.

♪

[Exhales deeply]

Anything for you.

♪

♪

♪

Mr. Blake, would you take a look at the photograph

I just gave you? You can call me Dante.

I'm gonna stick with Mr. Blake.

All good, Nicole.

But you might want to wait a minute.

Mr. Franklin coming in.

[Excited chatter, camera shutters clicking]

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♪

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What's going on in the photograph?

Business discussion.

About what?

She wanted me to do her a favour.

Which was...?

She asked me not to kill somebody.

[Spectators murmur]

Who?

Nah, I can't tell you that.

Is he-- She.

Safe and well and living on 81st Street.

Did you have any connection with Franklin Roberts

around this time?

No.

Or since?

No.

Thank you.

♪

[Kim clears throat]

[Door closes]

The photograph is dated two days before the election.

No doubt.

Martha Roberts was 6 points behind in the polls.

Got my people out to vote.

I'm a persuasive person.

You're a gang-banger.

Community leader.

Votes in exchange for what?

In exchange? Mm-hmm.

For nothing.

I don't like the Black vote being suppressed,

so I went to work on behalf of democracy.

And with the gift I have for... community leadership,

I turned it around for the Black candidate.

Now, I'm gonna suggest that you and she

were practicing voter fraud.

You can do what you like, lady. Don't make it true.

Just 'cause you 6 feet tall and shop downtown.

Voter fraud is a federal crime.

Getting the vote out is fraud?

I know that's what it must feel like to you folk

living in the land of the free.

You expect me to believe that she gave you nothing in return?

No, I don't.

You're a white woman who has made a career

out of putting Black people in cages,

so I'm guessing you and your conscience

can't afford to believe we'd ever tell the truth

or that our motives can be pure.

Are you calling me racist? I touch a nerve?

What's the answer to my question? What's the answer to mine?

Mr. Blake.

Tell you what.

Hand me the book again.

♪

Martha Roberts offered nothing in return

for me mobilising the Black vote.

This here was a legitimate conversation.

Legitimate? Are you serious?

There's no legitimacy in anything you do,

as Martha Roberts would know,

hence the furtive, secret nature of this meeting.

Where do you live? Excuse me?

Mr. Blake.

North of Roosevelt.

Let me tell you something

about what isn't legitimate on the South Side.

The City. The CPD.

The whole establishment that runs Chicago? Nah.

Not welcome, not anymore.

The way y'all treated us?

Oh, we done with that.

And now you want to walk in and gentrify everything

and take all the money that come with the shit?

[Sucks teeth] I don't think so.

You are deeply illegitimate, lady.

Martha Roberts was g-- I'll tell you what she was.

Mr Blake, you can't keep interrupting

the question before it's been asked!

Just saving us all time, Your Holiness.

I know what her question's gonna be

way before she gets to the end of it.

Martha Roberts was offering something different.

I got to know her. She got to know me.

I helped bring out the vote.

Then, later on, I applied for a land grant

so that I could build my new store

so I could employ Black people

so that the criminal economy ain't the only economy.

She said yes.

Did I do something illegal? Your Holiness?

You got one more time with that, Mr. Blake.

You agreed to pay 5% of your profits

towards three new centres for learning.

Yes.

Let me spell this out-- you bought her.

Votes for land.

I don't look at it like that. [Scoffs] I bet you don't.

You want to know how I look at it?

That 5% mirrors the 5% of profit

I used to hand over to a good cause in my...

previous career.

Good cause?

You mean you sold drugs and gave money to charity?

What charity was it?

Save The Children?

Chicago Police Department.

[Spectators gasp]

Also known as cops making money off of me

in exchange for letting me do what I used to do.

Protection money, you'd call it.

Or maybe you'd call it...

"legitimate business," Miss Prosecutor?

Why would we believe that?

Ask him. He right there.

[Spectators murmur]

But see?

That's the difference between us.

You ain't finna go there.

Ain't no way he about to come clean

about making money off of drugs

and killing anybody that got in his way.

I've seen the error in my ways,

and I see my work now is to get folk like him

to follow me out of the darkness into righteousness.

Are we done here?

Or do y'all need some more?

Do you know the name Leon Perkins?

Street name "Tweet"?

Hmm. Maybe you've forgotten.

You took him out because he was snitching.

Your people ended his life

by sticking a big dirty overdose in his arm.

You got it.

You got that right.

Wrong gang, though.

And you're gonna tell us the name of the right gang?

The gang you looking for...

is called CPD.

[Spectators murmur]

All of this is unsubstantiated. None of this is corroborated.

And as such, I would ask that this testimony

be struck from the record.

He here now?

[Door opens]

♪

♪

I was there.

With who?

Gallagher.

Frater.

Brannigan.

They held him down.

They stuck that boy with a needle.

And watched him die.

And you?

Yeah. I put the used syringe in his hand.

Why?

To make it look like he was just

another young Black life lost to drugs.

So nobody would look any further.

And nobody did.

Until now.

Until now.

♪

♪

Why would they do this?

Because he was two-timing us.

With who?

Franklin Roberts.

How would you know that?

You can't know that.

If what you were saying were true,

how the hell would you know that?

We had it tested.

The residue of the drug in the syringe

that Tweet supposedly overdosed on.

And?

It was the same.

What was the same?

The chemical makeup. As what?

As the drugs planted by the police in the Johnson home

when they were looking for Moses.

It's the same batch.

Thank you.

There's something else I need to say.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Tweet died because of me.

Because I gave him my card.

And...

I took a call from him.

And how would taking a call from Tweet

lead to his murder?

It was here. In the lobby, I think.

Uh, Franklin took a call from him,

and I heard him say that name.

What name? Tweet.

Kind of memorable.

Did you mention it to anyone?

Who did you tell?

I don't understand. You said, who would I tell?

You mean, there'd be no reason for you to mention his name--

or anything about him-- to anyone?

Yeah, that's right.

Sorry. We were just trying to follow a thread.

Looks like the thread just broke.

Your Honour, I'm not sure what the relevance

of this witness is now?

Maybe we can get on with the trial?

I just have a couple more questions.

It's only fair to the prosecution and the jury

if we make a few things clear first.

Am I right in thinking

that you don't much like Lieutenant Brannigan?

That would be fair.

In fact, would it be fair to say that you loathe the man?

Yeah.

Why do you dislike Lieutenant Brannigan so much?

I mean, well, I seen firsthand

what he tried to do to the, um--

to the Johnson family.

What has he tried to do?

Destroy 'em.

How do you feel about that?

Anger.

Deep anger.

Yeah. I don't know. Sorry.

No. Please. Take your time. Um...

How do you feel about the Johnson family?

Well, Norma Johnson, she's a wonderful woman.

Okay. Joshua?

He's a great kid.

You're a happy family with a-- a real future.

[Chuckles] Yeah, God willing.

Have you told him?

You said what?

God.

I'm sorry?

About your life inside the Johnson family?

Yeah, yeah, of course. I mean, I pray for us all.

And how does that sit with your other family?

[Spectators murmur]

Your wife. And your two kids.

♪

♪

What kind of question is that?

Oh. Y-You want another question? We can try another question.

Um, how about this one?

Are you a police officer?

Come on. No. No. Are you crazy? What?

[Click]

Phil: Yeah, yeah, we're all good.

Got it from the horse's mouth.

Yeah, the car is clean.

There's no fingerprints, no nothing.

We got this all sewn up. Yeah.

[Click]

[Spectators murmur]

Who was that?

We can come back to that question.

♪

♪

[Whispers indistinctly] [Spectators murmur]

♪

♪

♪

Are you spying on Norma Johnson?

Yeah.

You started a relationship with her

in order to report to your boss what she's been telling you.

Yes.

First with Moses?

Yeah.

And then with Johnny?

Yeah.

Are you fucking the woman you're spying on?

[Spectators murmur]

Answer the question. Or are you too much of a coward?

Is, uh...

Norma Johnson pregnant?

Yeah.

Are you the father?

Yes.

[Spectators murmur]

Who's your boss?

♪

Maybe we can help with that.

[Click]

Brannigan: Yeah. Hey, uh, Brannigan.

[Click]

Is that the same person you spoke to about Tweet?

Tweet was killed by the cops 'cause he was talking to me.

I told Norma. Norma told you.

Follow the thread. Who did you tell?

Brannigan. Lieutenant Brannigan.

The question Ms. Carter said we'd come back to,

let's do that now.

Who's on the wire with Brannigan?

Is it a lying, misogynistic, sociopathic,

evil apology for a human being?

Nothing to say?

Undercover cops are a fact of life.

They do a great job.

Oh, shut up.

Who you calling?

I'm taking this to the top.

The mayor?

[Line ringing]

[Ringing stops]

She knows?

She knows about him?

We're the stitching, Kim.

Stitching?

Holding the whole thing together.

And you're a part of that.

One stitch comes free, the whole thing unravels.

We can't have that.

♪

♪

♪

♪

I swear by almighty God to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Will you state your name for the court, please?

My name is Johnny Logan.

[Click]

♪ Ready for the war, we got our boots strapped ♪

♪ A hundred deep on State Street, where the troops at? ♪

♪ The mayor lying... ♪

Do you recognise this song?

♪ Everybody wanna know where the truth at ♪ Yes.

♪ On the South Side, where it's no trauma centres ♪

How does it make you feel?

♪ A lot of cannons, but you don't want no drama ♪

Not good. Why?

♪ Got her first-born son stole from her ♪

♪ He never had a chance ♪

This was playing when-- ♪ Shot him 16 times--

♪ How fucked up is that? ♪ C-Can we turn this off, please?

What about the song?

It-- He was playing it.

He? ♪ Like a running back ♪

Jalil.

You didn't know his name. No.

The Black man playing a song.

Yes. How did it make you feel?

♪ Gang-gang-gang-gang, murder, murder, they mind state ♪

Angry.

Why? ♪ Still militant ♪

Because it was like he was-- he was taunting me.

Us.

Us?

My family.

Cops. Michael.

Us.

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 ♪

The Black man?

So what-- what are the words that's in your head?

♪ And we buckin' back, sixteen shots ♪

I-I don't remember.

Sure you do. No.

♪ And we buckin' back, sixteen shots ♪

The nigga was taunting you with his music,

with the car, the way he was looking at you?

Yes. How did that make you feel?

Angry. Really angry. How dare he!

On that night?

With your partner not even cold in the ground?!

Yes. So what did you do?

♪ Break into stores on Magnificent Mile ♪

I told him to stop. And did he do that?

No. Why should he?

♪ But Bobby Shmurda can't even catch bail ♪

♪ So it's 1, 2, 3, 4 ♪ Why shou--

C-Can we-- Can we turn this down--

Why should I? Please. Jesus.

What did you do? A terrible thing.

What did you do, Johnny?! I hit him.

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10-- ♪

[Click, music stops]

Why?

I just did. No, no, no, no, no, no.

You gotta do better than that. You hit him.

Because I was angry. And then?

I hit him again,

with-- with my gun, with the butt of my gun.

And again? Yes.

And again? Yes.

And again? Yes.

And again? Yes.

And again. You were way past angry. Yes.

You hated him. Yes!

This person that you never met before,

taunting you with this damn song! Yes.

You were angry and frightened to the core--

Yes, yes! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Why did you kill Jalil Watts?!

Because I could!

[Spectators murmur]

♪

[Breathing sharply]

♪

Who told you you could do that?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. What?

Who told you it was okay to beat a stranger to death

by hitting him in the head with the butt of your gun?

Who told you, Johnny?

Who told you...

it was okay to kill us?

My people.

My-- My dad.

All my life.

Who is responsible for the death of Jalil Watts?

Is it you?

Yes, it's me.

Who else?

What else?

Can you see now?

Do you see now, Johnny?

♪

The state chose to try Johnny Logan

for the murder of Jalil Watts.

Not wrong to do that.

♪

But it is the most comfortable,

least inquiring,

least... honest way to go.

People look at Johnny Logan,

and they see evil.

And by seeing evil,

they avoid talking about how he got like that.

All nature, no nurture.

However you like your racism to be.

And by calling him bad, they avoid looking at themselves

and asking what part they played in how he got like that.

Johnny Logan is other.

Like Black people are other.

"That's not me.

That's not my life.

That's not who I am.

And as soon as they send him down, I'm-a turn away,

go back to my life, stop thinking,

and see no connection between me and Johnny Logan."

♪

You're not gonna like this.

You're not gonna like me.

But I have to ask you to ask yourselves...

is he only evil?

Is that all there is to say about somebody

who beats a man to death in the street?

Or is he a product of something...

of who we are...

of a world that allows

those who are charged with protecting us

to crack our skulls

with terrible anger and savage hatred?

And here's the really-- the really hard part.

And-- And I-- And I want you all

to look me in the eye, all 12 of you, when I say this.

I want you all to find

Johnny Logan not guilty.

D-Don't look away.

S-Stay with me, please. Stay with me.

I want you all to find Johnny Logan not guilty,

not because he's innocent of this terrible crime.

I want you to find him not guilty because...

all of you are culpable.

All of you are culpable.

You don't get to walk away from this horrific problem

by condemning one man.

You feel me?

I said, do you feel me?

♪

♪

♪

[Indistinct conversations]

Will the foreperson please stand?

Did you, the jury, reach a verdict

upon which you are all agreed?

No. No, we haven't.

[Spectators murmur]

You've been deliberating a long time.

We're split 6-6.

I have to ask, is there a realistic prospect

of you reaching a unanimous verdict?

No. None.

Then I'm going to have to discharge this jury.

Ms. Pearson.

This is the most important prosecution

in this country in my lifetime.

Public interest demands that there be a re-trial,

which is what I'll start work on preparing tomorrow.

Presumably you'd be in a position to begin very soon?

♪

No. I'm sorry?

I said no.

Why not? The same witnesses, same issues.

Partly.

You're gonna have to explain yourself, Counsellor.

I've been listening to my opponent.

And I've been listening to and learning about my witnesses--

who they are and who I am.

And I've seen what needs to happen.

I have the great good fortune

to be in a position to make it happen.

There will be a new trial.

Johnny Logan will be indicted again

for the murder of Jalil Watts.

Then there's no need for a new indictment.

I think there is.

I don't understand.

Alongside Johnny Logan on that indictment,

there'll be some other names.

[Laughter]

Officer James Frater.

Officer Marty Gallagher.

The registered owner of the Low Bar, Wayne Morris.

♪

Philip Robinson.

♪

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait. What's happening?

♪

[Indistinct shouting]

♪

♪

Deputy Superintendent Rick Leonard.

♪

♪

The Mayor of Chicago.

What the hell?

♪

Lieutenant Francis Brannigan.

What? Arrest me?

Are you kidding me?

I served this city for 23 years!

Get your hands off me!

Whoa! I protected you!

I protected all of you,

from murderers, rapists, gang-bangers!

You think Chicago's bad now?!

You need guys like me putting on the badge!

You picked the wrong cop, Franklin Roberts!

Get off of me! I'm a police officer!

♪

[Doors thud]

This is more than a murder trial now.

This new trial is what

this trial should have been about from the start.

The state prosecuting

the whole damn barrel of bad apples...

and the barrel itself.

We owe a debt of gratitude to one man.

♪

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♪

♪

Woman: ♪ I got a robe ♪

Group: ♪ You got a robe ♪

♪ All of God's children got a robe ♪

Man: ♪ My Lord, yes ♪

Group: ♪ When I get to heaven, gonna put on my robe ♪

♪ And gonna shout all over God's heaven ♪

♪ Lord ♪ ♪ Heaven ♪

♪ Oh, heaven ♪ ♪ Lord ♪

♪ Everybody talkin' about a heaven ♪

♪ Ain't a-goin' there, heaven ♪

♪ Oh, heaven ♪

♪ Gonna shout all over God's heaven ♪

♪ I got shoes ♪

♪ You got shoes ♪

♪ All of God's children got shoes ♪

Woman: ♪ My Lord, yes ♪

♪ When I get to heaven, gonna put on my shoes ♪

♪ And gonna walk all over God's heaven ♪

♪ Lord ♪ ♪ Heaven, yes ♪

♪ Heaven ♪ ♪ Lord ♪

♪ Everybody talk about a heaven, ain't a-goin' there ♪

♪ Heaven ♪

♪ Lord ♪ ♪ Heaven ♪

♪ Gonna walk all over God's heaven ♪

♪ I got a crown ♪

♪ You've got a crown ♪

♪ All of God's children got a crown ♪

♪ O Lord, yes ♪

♪ When I get to heaven gonna put on my crown ♪

♪ And gonna shout all over God's Heaven ♪

♪ Lord ♪ ♪ Heaven ♪

♪ Yeah, heaven ♪ ♪ Lord ♪

♪ Everybody talkin' about a heaven, ain't-a going there ♪

♪ Heaven, oh, heaven ♪

♪ Gonna shout all over God's heaven... ♪

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[Exhales softly]

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