This prom, is about, the death cry,
for, your freedom, you hope to gain.
You, have just woke up, to find yourself,
in a blurred sight, of bar's on the window.
Now, the dying thought, is how do you,
get out, of here, please don't notice me.
The thinking, if they could here your thought's,
because it's the same thought's of all, break out.
I was also referering to thought's,
that would get's us all a psychogist,
is the thought's of how, we are going to do it.
The great escape, of Mark D. Well.
Don't forget that picture, it wasn't you,
that slurr of what, you say your an Officer.
The reason, of come on now, just open the door,
you know I don't belong, with these, felony's.
Best one of mine,
is when that door open's,
Mark, get ready now,
you can make, it.
JUST REMEMBER, BEFORE YOU TRY THIS, THE LAW DOESN'T REALLY PAY FOR YOUR MEDICAL, BILL'S.
YOUR FREEDOM AT LAST, IS TO REALIZE, THAT NEXT TIME, YOU WON'T GET CAUGHT, BECAUSE, THIS TIME IS A COLD SLAP TO THIS DEATH POETRY-----OF THE CRY YOU HEAR FROM, YOU OWN MOUTH, WHEN JAIL IS THE SCEEN---IS ALSO THE SAME VOICE OF GLEE, SCREEMING FREEDOM, UPON ON YOUR LEAVING--THE GRAND RELEASE.
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