Correction Paroles 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con) par Will Wood and the Tapeworms

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Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on
C*ckin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement
Tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late!
Crazy f**kers’ gotta do the time
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame!
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain!

Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros

You bare a striking resemblance
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please policeman- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest

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