Thai

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Fuck the police comin straight from the otherworld.
holdin heat, patrolling streets,
bustin at a undergrad.
woe is me, don't sleep a wink,
draconians holdin badge.
hold me when im feelin sad,
my homie isnt comin back,
if only he had shown his hands...
 
James Hawkins, Kevin Sturgis,
Joseph Hayes and Nathan Griffen.
thats within three days,
January twenty-eighteen.
sixty-three in total
on this one list..
 
exponential when you factor kids in.
wonder why grandparents raisin children.
wonder why there's no room in the peneten.
fence em in, with men like them,
dull there sense of consequence,
over ten or twenty years,
to hone and breed malevolence.
the whole thing is a precipice.
 
Corrections Corporations of America,
of the I sing.
too all one hundred seventy,
prisons in the land of dreams.
interest itself exceeds a mil in 2017
to mill out more perfected fiends.
who still dont know fuckin thing.
unless the test is chemistry.
or the threshold for the pseudofedrin registry.
 
in the seventies the steady stream of cocaine cracked,
a brand new felony prevailin an its mostly blacks,
they go to jail to get arraigned they set a bail,
and it gets paid, straight form the cell to flippin yay,
he's got a hella bit to pay, no way in hell he didn't make,
at least a comma every day, but then threatened his old lady,
and she gave his as away, but his decisions done been made,
they have to put him in his grave, he aint going go back to that place.
so they shot him in the face.

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