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Dead man walking

Dead Man Walking And you want me out there Fighting for you to gather some votes When you put me in here Kept me in pains, coursing through my veins is some high volts learnt monarchs are not selected around here They are made with guns And they reign Only when it rains Leave me in here to reason I've made some peace with boredom A man that grew up in prison Would know nothing to do with Freedom You already made us a "dead man walking" So let's die in peace And not in pieces In this hood, we car