Free Christa Pike

[Chorus] Free Christa Pike!!Free Christa Pike!! Free Christa Pike!!. They get so offended when I say time served on a girl the state already failed to finish. But where is their anger when I say a raped woman is a raped woman is a raped woman, and they still want the needle.

[Post-Chorus] This is her body. Her body is hers, don't belong to a governor with a date circled. This is her body. It's hers to keep, after thirty years of the same walls. This is her body. Her right to keep breathing is not a souvenir for the people who love a dead woman more than a living one. This is her body, yeah, yeah. Not just a body, yeah. A file they want closed.

[Verse 1] Knoxville, January, nineteen ninety-five, eighteen years old and already used up by men the police never booked. Job Corps, a boyfriend, a jealousy that went all the way to the asphalt, and a jury that never heard the house she came from. Beckley before that. Alcohol in the womb. A neighbor at nine. Her mother's man at thirteen. A stranger at seventeen who threw her down and walked. She tried to kill herself at twelve, and twelve did not take. So tell me what the state is doing now, circling back to finish a death she already failed at.

[Verse 2] Shipp was seventeen, so Shipp got life, and life came with a door. October twenty twenty-five they told him no, seriousness of the offense, come back later. One of them said twenty thirty. The board wrote twenty thirty-one. He gets another hearing. She gets a gurney. Same night, same woods, same girl on the ground, and the boy who carved gets a calendar while the girl who survived her own rapes gets a clock. Y'all can't kill her. You already tried the long way. Prison had her. Prison kept her. Prison is the sentence. Death is the hobby.

[Chorus] Free Christa Pike. Free Christa Pike. You get so offended when I say the boyfriend goes up for that parole shit and she goes up for the needle. But where is your anger when I say women are women are women are dying in the name of a crime she did at eighteen, insane, used, and unmedicated.

[Verse 3] Call her a monster and skip the chart. Frontal damage on an EEG before she could walk. More adverse hits than ninety-nine percent, and the trial lawyers left it in the folder. Insane at the time is not a slogan. It is the thing the jury did not get to weigh. She is a rape survivor. Say it plain. A raped girl grew up wrong and did a terrible thing, and the terrible thing has had thirty years to be paid on. Colleen is gone. That does not get smaller. It also does not get cleaner if you kill the other girl to feel finished.

[Verse 4] Psychopaths in charge just love killing a raped woman. That is the itch. Not safety. Safety was the life sentence the boy already got. This is the picture. This is the only woman. This is the first they want since the century turned over wrong. She failed at dying when she was twelve. Let that be the last time anybody schedules her death. Time served. Commute it. Send her to the same door he walks toward in twenty thirty-one, and stop pretending the needle is justice when the parole board is mercy with a different last name.

[Bridge] Girl, that boyfriend of hers goes for that parole shit round twenty thirty, twenty thirty-one, y'all can't kill her. She tried to kill her once at twelve. Failed. Let her go. Prison fixed the years it was supposed to fix. You psychopaths in charge just love killing a raped woman. That's what she is. She's a rape survivor. Clearly she was insane at the time of her crime. Time served, shit. Kim Sex for president today. Free this woman.

[Outro] Free Christa Pike. What the fuck. Free Christa Pike. He gets a hearing. She gets a grave if you get your way. Free Christa Pike. Kim Sex for president today. Free this woman. Free this woman.