| They said I’m fac-
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| They said I’m fac-
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| They said I’m fac-
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| They said I’m facin' twenty-five to L
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| They got me up in Lynnwood sittin' in a holdin' cell
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| They registered my info, take pictures for my mugshot
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| And told me they takin' me right down to LA County jail
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| Orange suit, cuffed neck to ankles
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| Shootin' you with painful needles to detain you
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| Locked up, no cot, got jumped three times
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| Got to finally call my lawyer and he says «I can’t save you»
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| I’m facin' four counts for first degree
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| That’s two deputies, the victim, too
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| And a fourth person, FBI investigations start before pre-trial
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| Plus prior convictions on more than four counts
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| I got two strikes pendin' already
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| No bail is automatic, the judge is finna let me have it
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| They sendin' me to the pen 'til trial begins
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| And I probably won’t see my baby or daylight again |