| Well you got a lot to think about
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| When you walk down this hall
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| Where you gonna spend the next few years
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| And it ain’t no ball
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| Why did you have to bust
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| Into that convenience stole?
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| Lucky you didn’t use a gun
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| You’d be here even more
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| You’ve got them
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Didn’t your momma and your daddy
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| Ever teach you how to write?
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| Now you’re headed down a road
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| And it might be lite
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| Ain’t nothin' worth a doin'
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| To pay freedom’s calls
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| Every day inside
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| Ls another day lost
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| You’ve got them
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Oh man, now you’ve got the blues, boy
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| I swear
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| You got them locked up and locked down blues
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| Hmm-mm
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| I wanna weep for you now
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| Here I come, I’m gonna weep tor ya
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| Oh boy!
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| When you get out, boy
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| Just walk night in straight
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| Don’t try to be bad
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| Forget about hate
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| Out here you can breathe
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| Freedom air
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| Bust up again, boy
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| You better beware
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| You’re gonna have them
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Oh, you gonna have them
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| Locked up and locked down blues
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| Oh boy, boy |