Saint John

[Hook] Supper time in the hole Supper time in the hole I shamed my family, shamed my home Supper time Old Saint John on Death Row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on Death Row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on Death Row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on Death Row, he's just waiting for a pardon [Verse 1] Now all the white boys in their Sta-Prest slacks At home for the Summer from college Staying out late getting rowdy at the bar And looking for trouble Uptown They come up my block, 'bout five or six of them Smashing their bottles in the gutter Yelling all kinds of obscenities About women and God and all [Hook] [Verse 2] Young girl turned the corner with the curved dress on That girl was my sister Just got off the night shift at Pettington's Place Just want to go home get some sleep Boys grab her by the waist with the caffeine eyes Their hands all fidget electric I picked up a brick from my Papa's front yard And threw it at the tallest boy's face Well blood was streaming like a well that sprung I couldn't believe what I had just done Well the other boy ran and this one stayed On the ground and he would never move again Old Saint John on Death Row, he's just waiting for a pardon Old Saint John on Death Row, he's just waiting for a pardon All us boys on Death Row, we're just waiting for a pardon All us boys on Death Row, we're just waiting for a pardon