Middle Weight
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IP:
my head spinnin crazy, how I get in this predicament//
leavin my wife and babies, knowin that I'm innocent//
discrimanent, these sntences, its ridiculous//
freedom, can forget it, should of predicted this//
steak and grits, fried chicken, ziti and veal//
food to heal, like Snoop receive my last meal//
ready to be killed, life gives cheap thrills//
stuck behind steel, u can't win with just will//
and it's all to real as the gaurd opens the cell up//
my body being felt up, then put on the cold handcuffs//
I stand up, and they lead me single file//
feel like John Herny walkin the green mile//
leave with a smile, and the immates pay their respect//
look down, chin to my neck, tears roll down to my chest//
take a deep breath as they walk to this room//
looked like a hospital but smelt like a tomb//
to my doom, they ask me do you have some last words//
being observed by the victims family, so they heard//
I'm sorry for ya son's lost, but I'm a innocent man//
u probably don't believe, but only God can judge man//
could of ran, but I didn't, would never hurt the living//
no disrepect, ya'll ignorant, but ya already been forgivin//
I sit bac like I'm chillin and close my eyes//
injected wit posions waitin for my soul to rise//
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