الكلمات الأصلية
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Been ten months of sober
My mind's boiling over
Keep searching and searching
Through looking glass hell
These four walls that bound me
Shall not break my sprit
I must find the answer
To prove my non guilt
(Chorus)
If it were up to me
I'd through away the key "he said"…
Hypocrite politician
With a chip on shoulders
Too much time as youth
Getting thumped on the head
Now if I were OJ
I'd buy me a new day
Court appointed Jury system
I am good as dead
(Chorus)
