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Jan 2016
The sentence has been level by the courts.
All because of your choice.
A decision that has cost you so much.

And here you are carrying on a tradition.
One prison, one call and one black man.

So you shot an associates over words.
Over a business deal.
And by that choice you have made yourself a living hell.

Cause you one black male in one prison assigned to one cell.

Did you care about that mother?
Friends, family of even your woman or child.

Oh, blame not the system for perfect it has never been.
Not with decisions are placed i politicians hands to use accordingly.

But blame yourself for not dealing with law.
Which in various ways guides us all.

Now you're a number working like a slave.
Than if, they brought that back.
Then you still complain.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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