Get Rid Of The Advertisements

the letter P
 
pistols and crank smoke
parole wants me off the streets
police try to swoop

people feel unsafe
pronounced me a convict
public opinion

provided info
prospect of proof to find me
pass me my pistol

picked in a line up
placed me back in a jail cell
police and madness

pollute my conscience
pistol pipe smoke and police
problem is all mine

place me in prison
politics are a way of life
planing my parole

parole me to rose town
parole officer hates me
pass my paper work

Pomo's my blood line
playing with my life is unsafe
protect your own race





By INJUN

© 2012 INJUN (All rights reserved)

 

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