I make my move when the tower guards are changing
Camouflage and evasion
One minute later, I'm back in your paddy-wagon and receiving, uh, re-education
Throw me in cuffs, no chance of parole
Back in the house, thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population, your love is, uh, incarceration
Hey, no justice to be had, you feel me?
I'd cop a plea to larceny and public nuisance
Conspiracy and sedition
But that thing that happened in Chattanooga
I'm just asking for forgiveness
Throw me in cuffs, no chance of parole
Back in the house, thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population, your love is, uh, incarceration
Hey, no justice to be had, you hear me?
As to the charges of verbal arson
Before the court, hey, how do you plead?
As to the charges of getting down
Before the court, hey, how do you plead?
To all the charges that are laid before me
I confess I am guilty in the first degree
I dig my way out with a plastic spoon and thimble
Hide the dirt in the cages
'Cause that thing that happened in Chattanooga
With a garden hose and Yellow Pages
Throw me in cuffs, no chance of parole
Back in the house, thirty days in the hole
Segregate me from the local population, your love is, uh, incarceration
Hey, no justice to be had
Hey, no justice to be had
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