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| Knowledge |

| 7. ) Walkin' Towards Death Row |

...yo

it's that realnees once again...

walk wit me niggas... vibe wit me niggas...

I contemplate and I dwell, wondering how in the hell...

Did I embark upon the actions to arrive in this cell

The minute hand reaches 12...this is my final day

My execution by injection is an hour away

I sit and i pray...the situation remains so vivid

Tears are running constantly as i begin to envision

(flashback)

My mind depicting exactly how the events unfolded

On a rigorous night which was enshrouded with coldness

We were at it again, another fight with my wife

An every day occurance inside of this strife filled life

I've become accustomed to it, now it's reached full throttle

I've grown reliable amoungst the contents of a bottle

I had to start heading home since work began at dusk

Sitting at the bar ever since I left in disgust

Struggling to get home, doing as best as i could

As i staggered and weaved my way through the paths in the woods

Finally reaching my property...the first thing that i spot

An unusal car parked within my very own lot

Remaining puzzled yet not in my right state of mind

My next vision quickly mustered my heart into a bind

The closer I got, I noticed by the light in the house...

..Through the kitchen window, a man embracing my spouse

I was initially shocked eventually indulged in such anger..

.That nothing in this world could keep this man out of danger

No pleasant thoughts in my head, this man's as good as dead

Distraught and disgruntled, heading straight for the shed

I recover my shotgun, begin to load it accordingly

My anger and adrenaline are surely supporting me

Never did I imagine such an unusual sight

To return home and witness another man with my wife

I arrive at the door, donkey kicking it quite swiftly

I head straight to the kitchen, I must execute swiftly

I turn the corner, my wife screams at the sight of the gun

The man doesn't think twice, his instinct is to run

As he turns to take off, this is my chance to attack

My index folds, I get that bastard right in the back

He's layed out flat, shivering, gasping for breath

A minute later he's recruited by the Angel of Death

My wife had passed out in shock, I place the gun on the table

My legs weaken i'm fighting just to remain stable

I can't believe what i've done, fall to my knees as i'm shaking

With a knot in my stomach, and my head steady aching

I manage to pull myself together as I crawl towards the corpse

A huge puddle of blood, with his guts in all sorts

His back badly dismantled, the whole area open

I burst into tears, realizing what this all could result in

I grab his arm and turn him over, "Wow, such a young face"

I never thought I would be filled with so much disgrace

Something suddenly hits me as I peer through his eyes

Such a stunning resemblance, yet i can't identify...

I reach in the mans pocket to retrieve his I.D.

As I read his name...

(flashback interrupted by the C.O.)

"Alright--it's that time, follow the warden and me"

Been in this cell for 3 years with a date on my head

It's not easy knowing the exact time you'll be dead

I pray for forgiveness, pleaing one last time to God

I'm so glad this day has come, now that may seem odd...

But this burden's been killing me, it hasn't been fun

Spending 3 years on Death Row for killing my own son

Damn...

Had to get on my story shit

everybody gotta story to tell...

yea