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11-29-13
A Place Called Misery
By LeVar Jones
Living in a world like this, nothing 'bout it is sweet
Toss and turn every night, trying to get some sleep
Visions of me making it when I'm on the streets
Even when I'm out there, I gotta watch the police
I can't do anything! 'Cause I'm black for one
For two, I'll be on parole and I bet not have a gun
And three, if I dress fly and ride something clean
Think I sell drugs, living above my means
When you get labeled just watch and see
You'll no longer have rights 'cause you're a parolee
A world like this, not too many will agree
That it's a pleasant place for anyone to be
But some need to be here for doing what they did
Hurting old people or having sex with kids
In this world we're not recognized by society
As citizens, but criminal with crimes in a variety
People look at you different, especially if you got tattoos
You'll be in a league of your own, your own team always lose
A place called misery I don't call it prison
Misery loves company for all our bad decisions
They locked me up, I paid my debts to the state
So why judge me based on my past mistakes?
Where I live! It's now a part of history
I'll never go back to that place called misery
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