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Well, i,m waiting on the day.
When the people walk free to see.
When the penitentiary is on fire.
Where there´s no need.
To bleed.

For your mother and your brother.
Or the one that bones before you whoa.
Well i´m waiting on a time when people walkk free to see.
From the penitentiary in our mind.
Where there´s no need to bleed

For your father.
Or your son
Or the one that you´ve become.
When the penitentiary is on fire.
When the penitentiary is on fire.