.The exhaust from the prison van is going to heaven, but
I'm going to Attica
Gonna put a hundred miles between me and my dealing
Habit
I'm watching Poughkeepsie move by in the afternoon rain
My hands are turning blue from these cuffs they got me
In
I tried to keep my .
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