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Clang, bang, clang, one went the big iron door.

They put me in a cell with a concrete floor.

Nine of the men in that cell with me,

moaning their feet with destiny.

Clang, bang, clang, bang, clang.

Clang, bang, clang.

Early in the morning at the crack of dawn,

they wake us to the tune of a bong, bong, bong.

Line up to chow, mushing heart breath, drinking black coffee with that noise in my head.

Clang, bang, bang, crank, bang, clang.

The judge said to me now, boy,

you head it.

Those things that you used

for like you computed

to get the dust out, right?

No.

That's what it might be.

We'll get some dust here.

We'll get one of those.

We can huff that too.

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