Outlines & Irfane Follow

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go
they want my body to die fast, while my soul burns slow
waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go
they say the first shall be last, guess I'll be the first to know

locked down for no reason just a question of race
woke up to find the police up in your place
last night you was free as a bird
tonight you're locked up on some charges absurd

trumped up allegations ones lacking in court
D.A. prefers relaxing so his patience is short
thought the story in the news that the killer was found
was so sound you caught the rap before the gavel was down

caught the pink slip from off your employer
minimum wage cash you lack for just to hire a lawyer
great friends heard the word now they don't even know ya
convinced you did the crime from the crooked exposure

your trial date set for November
holding your breath, you take a chance with a public defender
overmatched in the fight for your life
in your orange jump suit you pay the ultimate price

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go
they want my body to die fast, while my soul burns slow
waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go
they say the first shall be last, guess I'll be the first to know

{This never happened before}

the trial came and went it was really a joke
so hard to find your life going up in smoke
on a call from the states in the pen
they can't get you out, without a doubt your death sentence begin

Your defender didn't care if you're living to die
did they lie? they say they doesn't think the stakes is high
getting tried for a crime that you didn't commit
deep in the shit, the stress got you losing your grip

didn't find DNA, or fingerprints to match
your justice is blind when your freedom is snatched
each court straight denied your appeal
saying you lack the evidence to make your innocence real

pacifists in the street caught word of your case
boycott your execution, pickets out with your face
wrote a letter to the governor to grant you a stay
but the cowboy replied, "for you, it's time to pay"

on your execution day, turn down your last meal
profess your innocence, and that's keeping it real
we're far from civilized when the innocent fry
two wrongs don't make a right, don't let the next man die

waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go
they want my body to die fast, while my soul burns slow
waiting in line, waiting for my turn to go
they say the first shall be last, guess I'll be the first to know