I hear the bells of freedom chiming
And inside my heart I feel I'm dying
Wise guys never compromise
Then they loose their rights and they act surprised
Jail really cuts ya down to size
Let the punishment fit the crime
The footprints on the sand of time
The philosophy of the poet's rhyme
Make a man humble in his prime
You can go up, down, or sideways
Be on Death Row, counting the days
They say the answers are blowin' in the wind
And to take yourself out would really be a sin
You just have to cope and start over again
Let the punishment fit the crime
The footprints on the sand of time
The philosophy of the poet's rhyme
Make a man humble in his prime
Little child cries in his sleep
And life makes promises it can't keep
And then feel your head, had enough
You realize somehow, someway
Your destiny was planned from the very first day
Let the punishment fit the crime
The footprints on the sand of time
The philosophy of the poet's rhyme
Make a man humble in his prime