(Trying to turn a crime fiction novel into poetry)

I was fitted up royal for a crime that I didn't do,
what kind of dystopian Hell am I living through?
I never took the chance, but here's my story I'm givin' you,
and just like the rest you'll probably think that I'm kiddin' you..
Six years locked up 'cause the system claimed I did the crime,
six years locked up for murder so I did the time.
And speaking of time...