I ripped

   And said

Oh Lord

   Why

 But just cuz

    Cuz here I is 

     And where do the flowers bloom

  Where does the blood flow 

In the sand

   Cuz I got nuthin

 But money

And views of rocks 

No prison bars

  No metal sheets

    No springs 

 Or caterwauling

From below

    To be held

Up and told to hand over the goods

   And to say 

Excuse me 

  Why don't you shoot me

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