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Lyrics
And night had fallen, and the air was cool;
She was lying in a bloody pool.
She wasn't breathing, and I knew right then
That what I lost tonight I wouldn't find again.
My hands were shaking as I knelt in prayer:
"Please God, forgive this sinner here."
My palms were sticky -- the door banged shut --
I ran through the night in search of God-knows-what.
I didn't kill her -- I didn't kill no one! --
But the law don't believe no poor man's son.
Their eyes are colored, their minds are set;
I'll be a prisoner 'till I'm stone cold dead.
The judge and jury, when they looked my way,
They saw my anger but ignored my pain.
They saw a surly, street-raised man,
Not a broken-hearted kid without a chance.
They found me guilty, on every count;
Guess for a man like me there ain't no reasonable doubt.
The public defender -- he was white --
He said, "Sorry son, you shouldn't 've done the crime."
And in the jailyard you got to watch your back,
'Cause we're all brothers here -- 'till they shank your ass.
The Man watches from the towers above;
Please God in Heaven, send your child some love.
'Cause they've forgotten -- or they just don't care --
Of the souls we own, of the blood we share.
'Cause I'm a person, and I have rights due;
I'll keep fighting for freedom 'till they kill me too.
She was lying in a bloody pool.
She wasn't breathing, and I knew right then
That what I lost tonight I wouldn't find again.
My hands were shaking as I knelt in prayer:
"Please God, forgive this sinner here."
My palms were sticky -- the door banged shut --
I ran through the night in search of God-knows-what.
I didn't kill her -- I didn't kill no one! --
But the law don't believe no poor man's son.
Their eyes are colored, their minds are set;
I'll be a prisoner 'till I'm stone cold dead.
The judge and jury, when they looked my way,
They saw my anger but ignored my pain.
They saw a surly, street-raised man,
Not a broken-hearted kid without a chance.
They found me guilty, on every count;
Guess for a man like me there ain't no reasonable doubt.
The public defender -- he was white --
He said, "Sorry son, you shouldn't 've done the crime."
And in the jailyard you got to watch your back,
'Cause we're all brothers here -- 'till they shank your ass.
The Man watches from the towers above;
Please God in Heaven, send your child some love.
'Cause they've forgotten -- or they just don't care --
Of the souls we own, of the blood we share.
'Cause I'm a person, and I have rights due;
I'll keep fighting for freedom 'till they kill me too.
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| Published | April 20, 2006 | ||||||||||
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