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You mightn’t have heard my name
But I was in the news about a decade
ago.
They say that I committed a murder.
But I never did.
I sit here on death row
I am inmate #2309.
It is written on the front of my prison
issue uniform.
The brightest Orange that you have ever
seen.
I sit here all day and night
just staring at the walls.
Thinking about outside this cell
Thinking about my wife
Thinking about my life.
There are thirty days,before they
fire up old sparky.
I will sizzle like a steak
Maybe boil like a Potato.
Fried or boiled
I will be dead either way.
My appeal is in motion
But I have been appealing for
years.
Maybe I am not very appealing.
Lawyer after lawyer.
They tell the same old story.
We need new fresh evidence.
To take before the judge.
I need an eye witness.
They say that they found my DNA.
I wasn’t there
I swear on my mothers grave.
I sit here all day and night
Thinking about the sunshine
Thinking about sex
Thinking about what comes next.
By the way,my name is Cletus.
Cletus Williams
I am a 33yr old black man
from Mississippi.
Wishing I was someplace else.
The murder happened in 2005
on March 1st.
A little girl named Carly Nom
was abducted and killed
just a block from my home.
They say that black don’t crack
that we all look the same.
I must have a lookalike out there
I wish he would come forward
So I don’t sit in the hot seat.
25 days to go before my execution
25 days to get my affairs in order
25 days,I got to ring my lawyer.
My lawyer says that she is trying
but things are moving slow
If there is any news
She will let me know
My life is hanging by a thread
I need that phone call
I sit all day and night
Now I am doing pushups
Thinking about that phone call
Thinking about Ma and Pa
Thinking about the blues
20 days to go
And my phone call is finally here
My lawyer tells me that there has been
a development.
And that she will keep in touch
Keep in touch!
I need more then touch
I need some action
My time is running short
Time is going so fast
only 10 more days before I am
strapped to old sparky.
I cant eat I cant sleep
Only 5 more days
My arrives in person
She is very optimistic
It seems that there is a family
secret
A secret my Ma has kept to
herself her whole life
Now I find out that I have a twin brother
A brother who was adopted out at birth
An identical twin brother
A twin with the same DNA.
My lawyer told me that they are
searching the birth records
But so they cant find any evidence
of his birth
All they have is my Ma’s word.
How could my Ma leave me sitting in
this cell.
For all of these years
When she knew that I was innocent
I sit here all day and night
watching the news on TV.
Thinking that maybe they will air my story
Thinking about well thinking
thinking about all kinds of things
Thinking about old sparky
Maybe there will be a blackout.
The night before my execution
I am given my last meal
Chicken and rice and some juice.
A Priest arrives and says some words
that I don’t really hear.
The next morning at 6am
A couple of guards come to escort me
to the execution room.
I get off my bed
Have my last look at my cell
The guards grab my arms and
lead me down
Down the corridor of pain
The corridor of shame.
The execution is painted a dull Green.
It is funny the things that you think about
The tears are running down my face
Urine running down my legs
Where is my Ma?
Where is my lawyer?
They strap that funny metal cap on to
my head.
Maybe there will be a short circuit
Maybe they have converted to gas.
The phone rings in the next room
The Warden has the phone to his ear
A funny look comes across his face
Is that look good or bad?
It must have been good
Because I am unstrapped.
From that chair
I am led back to my cell
Where I need time to myself
And a change of underwear.
It turns out that they finally have
located my twin brother.
Unfortunately,there has been
another murder.
My is caught at the scene.
The DNA is a match.
I am finally released
The Govenor has given me a pardon.
I am sitting at the bus stop
waiting for my ride home.
Thinking about my future
will I get a job.
Will I meet a girl and get married.
Thinking about all of those wasted
years.
Thinking about
Well you don’t want to know what I
am thinking about
I am free.