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By: Quay Dollaz

Things going get better b4 they get worst
No letters from who you love
Damn dat shit hurts
Locked in da cell
Got no bail
Payed 4 lawyer but he not doing to well
People get under pressure, talking start snitching
Living in p.c., How could you eva 4giv'em
You use to be the man, but things switched up
On ya visiting days only momma shown up
Might get threw on da phone
Just said catsup, next thing you no
Phone be hanging up
Freedom mean everything. I miss mine
but when its that time
You gotta cross that line.
Its a war zone in these streests
You Indian givin, my team plain for keeps.
Rite now I am in the box
Can't do nothing but think
Cold is hell, wishing I had a mink
Stomach wiling. They not feeding u rite
Locked in wit nothing to eat but bread at nite
Officer mad so he wanna put your handcuffs tight.
Aww Lord, another slave day
Pigs couldn't wait into they got Quay!
Stop pointing fingers like I am da bad guy
I still salute, keep a smile & hold my head high
I did dis or they did dat
Stop talkin, where ya proof
Theres 3 sides to a story
Your side, their side & the Truth!



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