I found no people killing time, so I found time for killing people
I found no rhythm I would rhyme so I rhymed rhythm for the people
And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day
And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day
Contemplating genocide, upstairs waving scared of people
Afraid the feeling hasn't died, it gets lonely for my people
And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day
And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day
And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day
And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day
People always drifting out of pain
They cannot hold onto nothing else
Fingers bleed on the concrete walls leaving only one nail for someone to see
Only one nail screaming to be, so many fingers pointing at me
I found no people killing time, so I found time for killing people
