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Inmate
yeah i see the stares, and i see the glares, but i guess none of these fucks notice that i don't care, and they don't dare speak up, they don't think i'm weak enough, but still the small tough talk spills, till the room fills and i get the chills, right before somebody gets killed, body gets filled, the bullets drill into your arteries like some bad pills, it's sad still, didn't have to happen, didn't have to cap him, didn't have to get strapped in to the police wagon by the police captain, but i got pissed and i jacked him, now i'm facing multiple charges, being beat by multiple seargents, sitting in my cell wishing death would barge in..
