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Like a Dog

In the penitentary where Im treated like a dog I should have known that Id wind up this way Without the money to get off Mamma I just killed a guard It was the law It was the law It started as some petty crime Now its the gangs im with non-stop Is this rehabilitation Maybe not Maybe not Mamma I just fought my cell mate Now hes twitching What the **** Well I dont appreciate how Im a victim to be shot The system taught me that Im not me So I have goggles and a glok Is this rehabilitation Maybe not Maybe not Soon the prison doors will open For Jesus Christ that is Jihad (c) Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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