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THUG LIFE : JAIL


I took a drag Burning off the greens n paper Inhaling one of natures gifts Then it happened 'Freedom is in your hands' Running like my legs were heavy Looking like my eyes were blind I was caught n cuffed Oh no, I'm going to jail 'Freedom is in my hands' Searched like a bomber Beaten like a robber I was thrown in a cage Alongside nine others 'Freedom is in your hands' Dirty and starved Days and nights I stayed, striped off my rights In a dark old cell with no light 'Freedom is in my hands' Hidden in the darkest hour I had to make some calls Lost the fake friends N knew the real ones 'Freedom is in your hands' Now I'm out Out to face the world Out to be a new man My freedom is mine
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