He walked in the room
Shackled and cuffed
Tattoos everywhere
He looked like a thug
Life in the lock-up
Kept his nerves on edge
Dealing with the chaos
Messed with his head
The State had a deal
He'd walk away free
Take a Stet
Let things be
Over in a flash
He felt so relieved
No need to be hardcore
Finally at ease
A scene in court
Played out this day
A man in trouble
Finding his way
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