I'm Not the Man

It Crawls On His Back, Won't Ever Let Him Be. Stares At the Walls

Until the Cinder Blocks Can Breathe. His Eyes Have Gone Away, Escaping

Over Time. He Rules a Crowded Nation Inside His Mind.

He Knows That Night Like His Hand. He Knows Every Move He Made. Late

Shift, the Bell That Rang, a Time Card Won't Fade. 10:05 His Truck Pulled

Home. 10:05 He Climbed His Stair, About the Time He Was Accused of Being

There.

But I'm Not the Man. He Goes Free As I Wait On the Row For the Man To

Test the Rope He'll Slip Around My Throat... and Silence Me.

On the Day He Was Tried no Witness Testified. Nothing But Evidence,

Not Hard to Falsify. His Own Confession Was a Prosecutor's Prize, Made Up

Of Fear, of Rage and of Outright Lies.

But I'm Not the Man. He Goes Free As the Candle Vigil Glows, As They

Burn My Clothes. As the Crowd Cries, "Hang Him Slow!" and I Feel My Blood

Go Cold, He Goes Free.

Call Out the Kkk, They're Wild After Me. and With That Frenzied Look

Of Half-demented Zeal, They'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?