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Prison

Here I sit in prison in my 8 X 10 cell, My own creation a living hell. Racial tension is in the air, Nothing about this is easy or fair. The crime committed is getting high, It’s illegal in the public’s eye. The odds of paroling and not coming back, You could say it’s a tough nut to crack. You get to go home your out of the hole, Slow down there you must report to parole. When your there you piss in a cup, Your parole officer says you better wise up. If this is dirty, I’m taking your ass to jail, Two weeks later back in prison in my 8 X 10 cell. TURBO1904 OCT 31, 2021

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