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Make it Home
Prison life: the thought should give you the chills
Imagine not going home and on the yard, you're killed
Imagine mindin' your own, trying to get your mind right
And someone stabs you because he needs the stripes
It's a cold scene. Multiple wounds in the abdomen
Holes in your neck as they try to figure out what happened
You wear blue, but that shirt you wear, will be red
The guard in the tower is trained to aim at your head
Pull the trigger back, justifying his means
To use necessary force and leave your brains at the scene
If it comes down to it and his job is on the line
He'll plug holes in your body, every single time
You think he's your friend? Other inmates look at you strange
When you snitchin' for him, he's at the shooting range
Hitting the targets with live rounds, wishing that it was you
And guess what: the targets are dressed in prison blue
Hit you in a vital area and watching the target drop
Let them shoot a live round and a riot is guaranteed to stop
So go commit a crime if you choose. Come here and get in the zone
The guards are scared too 'cause they don't know if they'll make it home
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