Everyone is about to go into shock, and I have to try to not
Bracing against the clock, knowing full well this crooked system is still crooked to the poor and brown, and he got half that down being from our block!

Now we wait for the number. His number, the countdown, the time I am bound around, the hope we hound, the sliver of the light in the tunnel of the town
And repeat and repeatedly asked until found, "When will he be out? Be out? Will he be out? Be out, be out?"