The lights are blinding like the darkness flees from truth,
But I swear on my daughter's life I was convicted with no proof.
Depicted as a murderer they say that the girl's life was stolen,
I was minding my own business when a cop called me over, just patrolin.
Token black guy, asked me my name and what I was doing this late,
Told him I was walking home after having dinner with a blind date.
He stepped out, said to put my hands on the car, I fill with rage,
Telling me my rights, 'Silence and the right to a attourny, I gauge
The crime I've committed does not exist, but in society I don't fit,
They test my sobreity, tryin me and denying me
My American right to get help in a field that I don't get.
I get in the car, driving to a house I shouldn't be calling home,
Not even the other person on the line, will listen to my side on the phone.
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7 deadly years pass and here I am sitting in a cell rotting away,
Counting the days until my plotting finally works and pays.
I lay in my bed, gazing at the ceiling like it will open to the sky,
And God will finally tell me why I am paying this immoral tithe.
No one understands my mind, and I can't trust it in itself,
How do I trust the sinners around me when I can't myself?
The cameras all around me, watching me and my moves,
Like one day my eating habits will finally go and prove
That I am what they say I am, course that's defined,
Cuz all the hallways remind me of my fate by the tell tale signs.
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My day has arrived, a day that will last forever in families,
Going by the cells I'm lead to death as people are grabbin me.
Like they can stop the jailors and save me from my fate,
I'm afraid to tell them that they're failors and are too late.
They open the gate, a creaking that tears my heart in two,
One part travels to hell, while the other waits along with you.
To see my death and destruction, the death of a innocent man,
The chair of torture and corruption and deaths like sand.
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I try to keep my mind away, but the lights are brighter then before,
And all my feelings die as soon as they close the metal door.
Lights, the devil's work to expose what people cannot see,
The curtain pulled back to expose the death I hold inside me.
Cameras, to record what these beasts think will cleanse their soul,
Only one more part left in this sequence, my body becomes cold.
10 seconds, 9, 8, 7 please god say this isn't going to happen,
6, 5, 4, and we're on in 3, 2, 1................
Action.