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Behind A Door Fenced In Part III, A Glorified Mistake

In that Colorado ADX, tier smell like two men having sex, shower comes to your cell, -n- on a screen is where you read your mail, Chopo escaped through a underground tunnel, now that’s a real loyal cartel, no convo until I see that PSI, too many rich ass rats in the Feds still alive, they ain’t dead, niggas know they hot niggas cool with them, it’s like no one cares, got pictures with Wayne Perry -n- Tony Lewis, Gotti before he died -n- Larry Hoover, vice lords -n- gangsta disciples, Sunni Muslims with big beards coming from Guantanamo Bay, rumor is he the leader of ISIS, Shi-ites getting stabbed for deviating, knowing Muhammad is the most righteous -n- for being defiant, in here with dudes from different parts of Russia, some hackers -n- some scientist, motherf*ckers from Afghanistan rich off poppy plants -n- Nigerians rich off blood diamonds -n-embezzlement, f*ck the governor, mother*ckers getting pardoned by the President, COs on some other sh*t, they did a movie about the dude down the hall -n- ain’t pay him sh*t, I mean he already rich, he doing a 70 year sentence, they profiting off his life that’s crazy, they ain’t pay him sh*t, dudes got documentary on DVDs, Rappers naming names on CDs, glorifying your case, kids loving what they hearing cuz they can relate, following down the same road -n- eventually end up with the same fate, then Hollywood -n- these rappers -n- the government getting rich off your case, you’re a celebrity now, for everybody knows your name -n- face, your sh*t is real, they sh*t is fake, now you sit -n- a cell -n- wait, getting old ass sh*t waiting to come home, if you’re ever coming home from a glorified mistake.

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