Cellmate from Demos & Drafts by Guitalele Oeuvre

I was doing time for a thing I never did
The governor withheld his pardon
I've just got - the wrong color skin
There ain't no use in cryin' about it now
I'm getting ready to walk a long mile
I've been alone here for so many years
I'd forgotten how to smile

Just the other day - They put a new kid in with me
Fresh caught - off the street
He'd been dealing drugs and hangin' out with thugs
That life had knocked him off his feet

He said that he's a rapper - I told him
I'm more into old-school blues
Then I heard him sing his rhymes
Then I knew - I was an old fool

Hey kid! You've got such a good voice
Have you ever been to church?
Mama used to sing hymns to her boys
Can you rap for me some of the Word?

I'll be took away in a day or two
It's time for my injection
You've got talent boy, ...I hope you use it
When you get out of prison

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