Outlines - Waiting in Line lyrics

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 lying in court D.A. prefers relaxing so his patience is short Told the story in the news that the k**er was found So was 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 Fake 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 d**h 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 sh**, 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