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Mar 2015
It's New Years Eve
I'm stuck in jail
Ain't poplin bottles
Ain't got no bail

Got a whole lotta wishes
That may not come true
Got a whole lotta dreams
One's about you

The club may be jumping
But i'm locking down
I'm hitting my rack as you hitting the town

C.O. doin count as
As you count the year in
Still my sentence ain't done
As the new year begins

I wish I was out
Getting loud
Stupid dumb
Not reading paper back books
Waitin for chow to come

Christmas has passed
Thanksgiving too
Halloween behind bars
Wearin jailhouse blues

So push them tables together
For that top-ramen feast
Ya know it ain't perfect
I'm with my homies at least

As you chase the moon down
On this ******-up night
Raise your glasses to me
Party till the daylight

Hold your head high
Right now's all you got
Blow a kiss to forever
Close the bars
Don't get caught
Written by
Jack Chicago Dykstra  42/M
(42/M)   
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   Arlo Disarray
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