Waitin' in line, waitin' for my turn to go Then want my body to die fast, want my soul burn slow
Waitin' in line, waitin' for my turn to go They say the first shall be the last, yes I'll be the first to know
Locked down for no reasons, this is a question of race, woke up to find the police, up in your place
Yo, last night she was free as a bird, tonight she locked up on some charges of surf
Trunked up allegations, ones lying in court, the D.A. for reelection, so his patience is short
Told the story in the news that the killer was found, so it sounds she caught the rap before the gavel was down
Caught the pink slip from off your employer, minimum wage cash you lack just to hide you from lawyer
Fake friends heard the word, now they don't even know you convinced you did the crime from the crooked exposure
They tried your day set for November, holding your breath to take a chance with your public defender
Overmatched in the fight for your life, in your orange jumpsuit you pay the ultimate price, y'all
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 the last, yes I'll be the first to know
This never happened to me
This never happened to me
The trial came and went, it was really a joke, so hard to find your life going up in smoke
On a quote from a snitch in the pen, they fingered you out, without a doubt your death sentence began
Your defender didn't care if you're living or dying, they lied and said the best I 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 the DNA of your fingerprints to match your justice, this is blind when you're freedom is snatched
Each court straight denied your appeal, saying you lack the evidence to make your innocence real
Passing bits in the streets, caught word of your case, boycott your execution, pick the sounds of your face
Wrote a letter to the governor to grant you a state, but the cowboy replied to you, it's time to pay
On your execution day, turn down your last meal, profess your innocence and ask keepin' it real
We far from civilized when the innocent fried two rums to make it right, don't let the next man die
Yeah, yeah, uh
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 the last, guess I'll be the first to know
