Dead Man Walking
[Intro]
by
Robby Richardson
Step...Step...Step
One foot in front of the other
A feeling so warm it leaves a shudder
Step...Step...Step
A dead man walking on this release
An unquenchable peace
Step...Step...Step
No matter how far I go or how much my lips unfold
The fault being with you...I recall being
Pull all the tricks and punches
Death’s finger touches so let’s lose the crutches
With one stomp of my foot poems fall out
We’re about to go all out...balls out
Open up the hallowed ground and see what crawls out
Truth is what killed me...fury is what filled me
And this fury is the death sentence when they find me guilty
No defamation here...truth make light appear
Now be prepared for the fire casting your shadow in it’s sphere
Step...Step...Step
Through the grit and the mud
The sweat and the blood I trudged
Step...Step...Step
Through fire and flame...through smoke and ash
Fury roared past under a dark forecast
Step...Step...Step
No matter how far I go...you all will know
The fault being yours for the sure thing I’m becoming
A dead man walking
How to express a state of mind in a rhythmic line
That gives it a poetic line to be embedded in the mind
Of those of the same kind metamorphized to a similar time
Convicted of the same crime of speaking their mind
The authority of conformity as it’s approaching me
To tell your boss...speak the truth...to just a man in a suit
To know your wasting your breath to be sentenced to death
For something I said and something they read
At the end my head held highas my boss said …
“Surely this...this is all a lie”
I stare at my book and that hateful look that leaves me shook
And then I spoke about what I wrote
Knowing that upon it’s release would earn a trip on Charon’s boat
And down the line I hear the talking
Dead Man Walking
Dead Man Walking
Step...Step...Step
My literary path is paved with bones of my foes from my past
Step...Step...Step
Upon this release I’m a dead man walking
With one phone call I know I could fall
Step...Step...Step
But onward I persist through ash and decaying mist
Out from a myth and Hell’s very summit
Here cometh the dead man walking
STOMP!
The End