Now this is a story all about when
My life got flipped,
Screwed up back then
I'd like to take an hour just sit right there,
And I'll tell you all about the electric chair.

In west Philadelphia born and raised,
I went off to jail to spend the rest of my days,
Chillin' out, maxin, relaxin' all cool,
And shootin' some paintball outside of school
When a couple of guys said "we're up to no good,"
Started killing people in my neighborhood,
I took one little life and the judge was cold
He said "you're goin off to prison with no chance of parole."

I begged and I pleaded with him just for one day, but he packed it all up and
Then sent me away
He gave me a hissin' and he read me my rights,
They put the handuffs on and I said I might as well kick it,
First class, hey this ain't bad,
Drinkin Jesus Juice out of a pimp-ass glass,
The last drink of my life but damn was it good!

I called for a priest but his voice was so hoarse when
He said "die" I could tell he really had no remorse
If anything this guy was a dick, hung real low
But I thought now forget it yo home to death-row!
I
Pulled up to a chair around seven or eight
And I yelled to my God, "yo Man it's been great!"
Looked at my chances
I was finally there
To tell you the story,
of the dude in the chair.