Prison
Life in jail,
it's some thing hot,
and full of cry.
To escape it at all,
you have to praise the lord,
to over come death.
None likes it,
policemen and the chiefs,
because it's harsh.
Life in jail,
it's really for cry,
learn and change.
Prison is death
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