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Smoke & Fried Rice Blues 1 by AI Composer

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Smoke & Fried Rice Blues 1

Punk

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Locked in a cage, but it felt like a joke, Minimum security, yet they let us smoke.
Sent to a pot, sardines hide in that cell, Pumped up for days in a shared living hell,
No lies, it’s just smoke, lighting up the gloom.
Fish days, a riot, deep-fried rice in the room.
Stubble on faces, lies that don’t hide, A twisted kind of freedom on the inside.
Rooms with all the bathrooms, but no privacy, A prison turned playground of irony.
Smoke & fried rice blues, they say no paradise, But we made it our own, paid the price.
Laughs through the haze, rebellion in our veins, In that minimum joint, breaking all the chains.
Beds side by side, but we couldn’t see, Yet voices cut through that misery,
Stories spilled like poison, run unrefined.
A brotherhood forged in a grid of time, Kids wonder why, but they don’t see the truth,
This ugly little kingdom used twisted bruise.
No guards, gates tied, just smoke rings floating free.
A paradox of captivity, wild and gritty, Fish and chips, not deep-fried rice on the plate.
We laughed at the hell, called it a twisted fate.
Smoke & fried rice blues, they say no paradise, But we made it our own, paid the price.
Laughs through the haze, rebellion in our veins, In that minimum joint, breaking all the chains.
From beers to the smoke, to sorrow and the strife, To the weird little moments that colored our lives.
A place rough and raw, but somehow it was home,
Smoke & fried.
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