If you're reading this, you’ve been blessed with a rare gift-extraordinary taste in music. This song feels like a journey through time and emotion, and it's clear you understand its magic. Keep floating through these beautiful sounds.
im 14, and im planing to get rich from rapping and get some money and run away to exuma island. and when i go there, im gonna listen to this in the car.
I was in 5th grade when this came out and I fully remember some kid wrote this whole thing down on paper to pass it around class for everyone to read it. This was the everything at the playground and just about kid was talking about it saying how crazy this was. Good times.
Jacked this cassette,from a white boy and he cried literally.and snitched,.i hid it in the toilet paper holder and grabbed it back up hen the bell rang, jumped on the bus,
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind. He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there. But I'm not the man. He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat And silence me. On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify. His own confession was a prosecutor's prize, Made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies. But I'm not the man. He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes. As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!" and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free. Call out the KKK, they're wild after me. And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, They'd love to serve me up my final meal. Who'll read my final right and hear my last appeal? Who struck this devil's deal?
