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13. Regarded as a Criminal - 4:17

It was the 72nd day of 2008
In New Orleans, my friends and I
Riding high on vibrations
Circumstance caused us to question authority
And it's abuse, and the use of violent means

A couple of corrupt mother fuckers on a power trip
They slammed us into concrete
Laughed like clowns and "their feat"
Then they took us to a hell
An overcrowded holding cell
Treated like shit and regarded as a criminal

Reduced to a slip of paper I hold in my hands
Tells me all my flaws, shows them who I am

Regarded as a criminal but living this life style
Well it's all that I know

Stripped of any sense of individuality
Orange jumpsuit, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, cup, wool blanket, & two rags.
Trade three slices of bread for one cigarette
Attempt to fall asleep to think and feel nothing

Through 'C-Cell' bars watch BET
Roast coffee over a toilet seat
Eleven men who hoard everything that they can
Pass time screaming obscenities
They're waiting on the commissary
Eleven men with nothing left to do

There's etching on the walls
Echoed voices down the hall
An inimical prison cell waiting to explode
There's hope for us yet
This system could not care less
Number me and treat me like a fool.. NO!

Regarded as a criminal but living this life style
Well it's all that i know

Here stands a man with a gun in his hand
Badge on his chest he expects your respect
Talks down to my friends and thinks he knows somethings
But he's been dead for sometime hollowed on the inside

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