Irish Goodbye
Irish Goodbye

Hole time

Hole time

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02 Jan 2021

Attentiooooon! i just got down, got sprayed, and they just cuffed me up, marchin me to DSU, rubber spoon, and a plastic cup, but i aint usin that shit, hurry up and let in, so i can splash some water in my face, and let my time begin, gotta string some line up, but first, let me holler at the teir, where my homeboys at, mitchel hit me up loud and clear, he always yellin something out his door so aint shit changed, to the public we may look animals crazy deranged, lovin us some violence, war stories, burpees and whole 9 yards, we some convicts, tryna maintain what we may think is ours, shot my line out, my door to have the homie tie his line, pull my hygiene, magazines and shit inside my door on time, dont wanna leave it out too long, big booty judy in a rage, as if it aint enough to have us locked down in a cage, for months and months, we train our bodys, minds, and sharpen up our tongues, spittin game and playin chess, bustin one for ones its not for fun, 10 ups and downs, pound for pound we look like featherweights, but come and test our nuts we'll gladly demonstrate wont hesitate, checkin marks up off the teir in tears if they aint got their stories straight, got a year left of this shit til i go home, i just cant wait, but cant deny, if you cut from the same cloth, wont wait to get off, cuz this is just routine for us, we far from soft, in that muthafuckin black box, you shipped from spot to spot, missin out on time with your family dying off, it got you hot, you suitin up, boxin with as many black suits that you can, before they slam your face and crack your ribs and make you understand, we just some piece of shits thats all we gon be til we see the sun, and reunite once again with the support from our loved ones....

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3 years ago

Attentiooooon! i just got down, got sprayed, and they just cuffed me up, marchin me to DSU, rubber spoon, and a plastic cup, but i aint usin that shit, hurry up and let in, so i can splash some water in my face, and let my time begin, gotta string some line up, but first, let me holler at the teir, where my homeboys at, mitchel hit me up loud and clear, he always yellin something out his door so aint shit changed, to the public we may look animals crazy deranged, lovin us some violence, war stories, burpees and whole 9 yards, we some convicts, tryna maintain what we may think is ours, shot my line out, my door to have the homie tie his line, pull my hygiene, magazines and shit inside my door on time, dont wanna leave it out too long, big booty judy in a rage, as if it aint enough to have us locked down in a cage, for months and months, we train our bodys, minds, and sharpen up our tongues, spittin game and playin chess, bustin one for ones its not for fun, 10 ups and downs, pound for pound we look like featherweights, but come and test our nuts we'll gladly demonstrate wont hesitate, checkin marks up off the teir in tears if they aint got their stories straight, got a year left of this shit til i go home, i just cant wait, but cant deny, if you cut from the same cloth, wont wait to get off, cuz this is just routine for us, we far from soft, in that muthafuckin black box, you shipped from spot to spot, missin out on time with your family dying off, it got you hot, you suitin up, boxin with as many black suits that you can, before they slam your face and crack your ribs and make you understand, we just some piece of shits thats all we gon be til we see the sun, and reunite once again with the support from our loved ones....

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