I'm Not the Man
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him beStares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breatheHis eyes have gone away, escaping over timeHe rules a crowded nation inside his mind
He knows that night like his handHe knows every move he madeLate shift, the bell that rangA time card won't fade
10:05 his truck pulled home10:05 he climbed the stairAbout the time he was accused of being there
But I'm not the manHe goes free as I wait on the rowFor the man to test the ropeHe'll slip around my throatAnd silence me...
On the day he was tried, no witness testifiedNothing but evidence, not hard to falsifyHis own confession was a prosecutor's prizeMade up of fear, of rage and of outright lies
But I'm not the manHe goes free as the candle vigil glowsAs they burn my clothesAs the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!"And I feel my blood go coldHe goes free...
Call out the KKK, they're wild after meAnd with that frenzied look of half-demented zealThey'd love to serve me up my final meal
Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal?Who struck this devil's deal?