Locked in
Locked in tight
Is anything going to change
Slow cooked is tender
Oh the moral outrage
Locked in
Locked in tight
Everyone support their tribe
Look at me! Look at me...
I know how to survive.
Ten thousand instructors
Leaching through the walls
But who is your Papa?
Who has the balls...
Locked in
Locked in tightly
Men playing games
With the Lord God Almighty.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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