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Apr 2021
Girl, you know I love you.
I'm sorry for all of this.
Words of an offender, prisoner, or inmate.
Just depends upon the assigned title.

Oh, I forget some love the pride of being called a convict.
Quick, to dispense those trying to use that title.
Especially, if it doesn't fit them.

Mama becomes more loving to them.
Kids, they try to embrace with adulation as if, they have a choice.
And then, there are the players trying to stay important to the foolish females.

Words, of an inmate serving time for the city or the state.
Still trying to use and manipulate.

Some accept their time.
Others blame the lawyers, the judge, and hosts of others.

But loves to say I'm no snitch.
Well, guess what?
You must make a choice in life?
Give up information to see freedom again.

Or adapt to living the life in the Penn.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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