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One Last Walk

As I sit all alone in my concrete cell,
I think about how my life was hell
I grew up abused by my step-dad,
Dreams of better days were all that I had.

Till that day he hit my mom,
I could not take it, it was like a bomb.
I went to the closet and grabbed a gun,
I went to his room to have some fun.

All I wanted was to scare him straight,
I was tired of all the constant hate.
“I love my mom, ” I said to him,
“You’re not my father, I hate you, Jim.”

He got mad with this endless rage,
He said, “Drop the gun and back to your cage.”
He jumped at me and grabbed the gun,
I shot him and then all I could do was run.

The cops were called and I was found,
They took me in and hands were bound.
They put me on trial for murder first degree,
The jury can back and all agree.

That I must die for my crime,
I’m only a kid; I’ll never see my prime.
I’m all alone and I sit and cry,
For there is one last walk before I die.

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