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Locked Up Corrrection

He has a son he hasn't seen
locked up throw away the key
mistreat defeat of a human being
put em in the hole that ought to fix em
put their life on the line trick em
they follow suit in a gangsters footprint 
left behind giant shoes to fill
listen to get in you just need a kill
why is this reality real
the bars clank when they lock closed
mirror on the lookout while they do tatto's 
corrections come down with a hard hand
getting you to snitch is their plan
because the government could careless
you are already a dead man.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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