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Smoke & Fried Rice Blues 2 by AI Composer

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Smoke & Fried Rice Blues 2

Punk

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Locked in a cage, but it felt like a joke, Minimum security, yet they let us smoke, Tent to a pot, starting tight in that cell, Bulked up for days in a shell and hell.
No lozenges, just smokes, lighting up the gloom, Fish days riot, deep-fried rice in the room, Stubble on faces, eyes that don’t hide, A twisted kind of freedom on the inside.
Rooms with no bathrooms, but no privacy, A prison turned playground of iron need. Smoke & fried rice blues, this ain’t no paradise, But we made it our own, paid the price.
Left through the haze, rebellion in our veins, In that minimum joint, breaking all the chains.
Bent side by side, but we couldn’t see, Yet voices cut through that misery, Stories spilled like poison, raw and unrefined. A brotherhood forged in the grit of time, Kids wonder why, but they don’t see the truth, This ugly little kingdom, used to a state booth.
No guards, gays 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, this ain’t no paradise, But we made it our own, paid the price. Left through the haze, rebellion in our veins, In that minimum joint, breaking all the chains.
So here′s to the smoke, the stubble and the strife, To the weird little moments that colored our life. Only shrunk and raw, but somehow it was home. Smoke & fried.
Smoke & fried.
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