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I don't remember my mama, dad sold crack all night.My life was fucked from the jumpstreet, now this kite I write.Neve r had half a fuckin chance, my whole trial I was broke.Circumstantial that's bullshit, my defense was a joke![You go in a mo therfuckin courtroom,with a fuckin public defender - the publicdefender works with the fuckin D. A.!Motherfuckers ain't got no chance, youain't got no money you're fucked, you're fucked!]Now this cell is my residence, my address is The Row.24 hour lock down, when they'll kill me who knows?Guilty - we the unfree!Dead men walkingGuilty - we the unfree!Dead men walking I'm a genius from books now, Never read on the street.Never lifted a fuckin weight, now my boys concrete.Filed a hundred app eals or more, no response from the state.Get no phone calls or visits, My mentality's hate![When I was on the street I had m otherfuckin boys, where's my bitch?She won't even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo, they better not let meup out this motherf ucka , you this shit's on, fuck that word!]I get visits from doctors, analyzing the ill.Families pray for my death now, veng eance lays for the kill.[Does the defendant have any final wordshe would like to say to the court?Yeah, I got somethin I'd like to say.Yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfucker.I feel like bustin your motherfuckin... no, letme go... I'm gonna kill everyone one of youjurors. If I ever get out of here, I'm comin one by oneand blow your motherfuckin brains out. You motherf uckers!No, keep your motherfuckin hands off! Fuck that!]So I think 'bout my past now, my future h
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