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Jul 2016
late at night i never can sleep too well
prison bars staring at me through the cell
i tried to make it my momma told me
rise above cause freedom aint really free

in the game escaping this living hell
conjugal visit she can ring my bell
dreaming to be the man that i can be
bread and water my only ecstacy

sure enough i'm a make it out some day
with the keycard they slid into my tray
freedom aint free but i'm a make it mine
debt to society and time to shine
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quimx
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