I know it's hard to believe but part of me was scared to leave
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They were so concerned with what I deserved
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They never thought about what I'd need
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And I know my friends from high school
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Are dropping my name because they think it's so cool
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That I'm caught in a cage match run by the state
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With middle-aged men whispering softly about rape
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Where does this leave me, where should I go
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Trapped with worse evils than I've ever known
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Think of what you had seen when you were sixteen
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Then think of me
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Now I'm just a guy who's got half his time to go
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If good behavior means a two-year show
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Other cons are talking about me now they call me the kid
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And the judge who sent me up made a good impression
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For the next election
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But what the media won't say is even with my freedom
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I still wouldn't be old enough to vote against him
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Some nights all I could do is sit and cry
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Is this what they want or do they want me to die?
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If that's the case, spark up the chair, tape up my face
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Kill me right here, because I can't take this living in fear
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And what I'm getting out of this has never made itself clear
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As a free man I've had to fight what it taught me
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Paranoia and constant bigotry
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A mind-set designed and provided just to hold me down
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Where respect came only through intimidation
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So I'm always expecting a confrontation
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Apparently this is what they call rehabilitation.
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Shut Your Little Trap, Inc
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