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11-24-19
Dear Reader,
Hey! I hope you are doing well.
Today I'm going to share with you a song I started but never finished.
When I first came to death row I got into some trouble that had me placed behind a steel door from December 27, 2010—March... well, the middle of March. It's the most secluded form of solitary confinement on Florida's death row. It's when my psychological self began to decline rapidly. Thoughts of my execution were constantly on my mind, and I started this song with the plan to sing it as I walked my final steps to the execution chamber. That would be the last words the fellas on the row would hear me.
It has a slight mix of R&B and Caribbean sounds to it with shroud of doom feeling. It's called "Last Words."
Chorus x2
Any daaay now Any daay now—
They'll come for me—
Gonna lay it down, gonna lay it down
Gonna lay it down
Verse
I'ma tell you a little bit about what death sangs
'Round here it sounds like six men comin' wit' chains
Rainin' tears without a sound
'Cause it's time for a homie to foreva lay it down
Don't rush, don't push, don't force me dawg
I can do this my damn self now fuck y'all
I'm keeping my head held sky high
Even though I know I'm about to die
This right here ain't nothin' new to me
Every day out there was a dyin' day in the streets
If i gotta go then it's all fine
I just ain't wanna be the next in line
All my homies don't forget about me now
That D was one to always hold it down
Now when I'm gone don't let nothin' change
And now it's deuces to the world mane
Repeat chorus x2
Hopefully I won't have a need to finish and edit this. If I do, it's only because I'm on my final 30.
Until next time.
Yours truly,
Doug
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