Behind bars some time bide some weightlift to great size
I was locked in writing lines
About riding fines and doing lines on the outside
They won’t change me I’m not ashamed to say
Time behind railings is not the way
If anything it improved my trade
I’m out to get moving any what way, hate to say but
Might be back in here some day, fuck, so I say “For now” when I wave
Leaves in my trousers
They left me with nothing
No allowance, nothing to be proud of
Bigtime dealer I went to see
Went straight to the house of
Estate cops flee from, big crowd
Gathered, gaudy 70s patterns and every flea-ridden shag
Total shagpad bando fulla bandits
Smoking loud, just as I’d planned, chucked my hand in
Borrowed a bag of sand just to be upstanding
Bossman said he’d go at my head with a beltsander
Leave me dead if I welched a bet
I asked was that a threat
Out of breath, peppered him, he hit the deck.
Alchemisland 
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