from the shores of the sea to the land of my
forefathers, where they were sold and hung from trees.
Dead man walking can you see;
blinded by Sun's shine, unable to picture in my
mind what's at the end of the line, but continue
to stroll along;
Dead man walking, imagine the corns on my feet;
all I ever wanted was to live in harmony and peace,
but no matter what I'm always labeled and classified
as a beast;
Dead man walking on lonely, dark, and cold streets;
like sticks and bricks, I tried to stack chips, but
foes spit poisonous darts that nicked my thoughts;
Dead man walking without a strap or heat;
so when they come for me, my soul will be beat,
too weak to speak about the road I didn't take;
Dead man walking without a drop of blood left to leak;
tired of the games, no longer able to carry
these heavy mental chains, no more blood inside my veins,
it might sound strange, cause there's no more pain;