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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'm living life hard knock and it's hard to get by/ I'm trapped in a prisoner state of mind/ Sometimes it's good times sometimes it hits the fan/ I'm just trying to get by, maintain so I can live my life/ I need help, I'm trapped in a prisoner state of mind/ All my days are routine and I need a break/ For God's sake, something has to change and soon/ My thoughts are running around crazy headed like a balloon/ They want to label me a goon, and yes I'm intuned/ With the thugs and hooligans that's up in this room/ They left me no room, I need space to maneuver/ So I took the wide road and it lead me to the sewer/ Now, I'm thuggin' in the gutter with the baddest of the bad/ Living a life of sin, I don't want no other/ I just wanna go home because I never done the crime/ So I'm living everyday like it's my last/ Something has to give so I keep pushing/ I got the spot light on me so I know they looking/ I'm doing everything I'm supposed to do to get by/ And for some reason, they want me to rot/ I'll be gone to March but March not a guarantee/ But I promise they won't break me or enter my conscious/ Military minded, I was built for the struggle/ I know a lot of ways to get it, this a snip of the hustle/ I been playing tug of war with the people who wanna cuff me/ I been on the losing end, rusty and muddy/ Now, I'm on the winning team, WD forty/ Squeaky clean, brand new, fresh and oily/ I'm still locked in a box, but not six feet deep/ So I flow like a mare, because I'm free as can be/ What you look at as crazy, I look at as fine/ The women in the magazines, keep me sane/ Life in the ghetto is no easy fight/ You'll look at it the same in a prisoner state of mind/
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