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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.

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