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Biohazard |
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Urban Discipline |
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Mistaken Identity |
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Looking through these bars and wondering why I'm here |
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Accused of a crime I did not commit and the police make nothing clear |
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Stripped of my rights by the words of another |
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Locked in a cell with my victimized brothers |
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In this country, the land of the free |
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I'm an innocent man arrested guilty |
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I stand accused, innocent of the crime |
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Not yet been sentenced but I'm already doing time |
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Mistaken identity, handcuffed face down |
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Mistaken identity, my freedom gagged and bound |
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Surrounded by convicted felons, locked down in this cell |
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What did I ever do to earn this living hell |
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Busted by cops in need of a collar |
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Eating donuts four to twelve to earn their dollar |
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In this country, the land of the free |
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I am an innocent man arrested guilty |
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The criminal justice system plagued with dishonesty |
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They should judge themselves instead of crucifying me |
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A pussy power trip to throw me in the joint |
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I feel sorry for you because you're nissing the point |
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You picked the wrong motherfucker and followed it through |
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Let the hammer of injustice fall on you |
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Lead |
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You have the right to remain silent |
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Was bullshit the he said |
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Put your hands where I can see them |
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Make one move and you're dead |
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To fill a quota and treat my life |
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Like a number or a statistic |
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make once innocent youth outraged |
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Angry and ballistic |
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