Tinted glass is dark in color
keeping those outside from looking in,
prison bars line my window
keeping me from fitting in.
Wearin' colors upon my head
a better life than being dead,
bustin' out, it ain't easy
far more easier just stayn' in.
And the right way, isn't easy
the easy way, is very seldom right.
My words of wisdom I offer you
my secret to survival, my hindsight-
It's too late for me it seems,
but the path we take, the road we tow
leads some to their dreams,
and me, I'm sittin' in Death Row.
Flashin' lights are all around me,
voices inside, screams to be free-
Cold metal bites my wrists, as somethin' hard caves in my head,
The lights grow dim now, my world is red.
Tinted glass is dark in color,
keeping me inside, from lookin' out-
The priest beside me, reads a final prayer-
As an audience awaits my flame to go out.