Lethal injection and incomplete confession

Lethal injection and incomplete confession
They will never know what’s in my heart
They say it’s just like being at the dentist
Just a prick that will end this

It is not this drug that is killing me
It’s the syringe of truth and unfortunate coincidence
That most prisons are half-filled with black men
A common phenomenon
We are less than a quarter of the population
So tell me if these are not our homes
For like the ships they hold us in bulk
Keeping us in limbo, for we are truly don’t know

Lethal injection and incomplete confession
They will never know what’s in my heart
They say it’s just like being at the dentist
Just a prick that will end this

Yet this affliction is painless
But it tears me to the bottom of my spirit
Leaves no laceration
Yet I bleed like me spirit is being ripped apart
They will ask for a dying wish
And I will desire to tell the jury what I know now
My generation is thus that is being slain
By the Grim’s scythe of
Crack, smack, the click clack
And the bang bang
The few role models we have
Are half-filled with the common illusion
That we will all end up super stars
So I've got my Glock and smack
What now?

Lethal injection and incomplete confession
They will never know what’s in my heart
They say it’s just like being at the dentist
Just a prick that will end this

For it’s not this poison killing
But the pain within
Who will collect my mother’s tears
In their palms, take them away
And make her smile
Keep faith in Jesus used to say
So I accept Jah with all my being and flesh
Mind and once relentless spirit

Lethal injection and incomplete confession
They will never know what’s in my heart
They say it’s just like being at the dentist
Just a prick that will end this

For I have seen these four walls for too long
With any luck I’ll be going home
A place where I will be at peace
And meditate on this life past gone