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A poem about truth, kept hidden, under lock and key |
| Such a small price to pay for four hours a day but whose to say that's the end of my play? A devastating defeat! that's what they told me but the real truth was under lock and key But I remain unbothered still love the children I grandfathered still love the books I authored still hate the deal I was offered They say 'Don't do the crime If you can't do the time' But they left out The more important rhyme Don't do the crime if you can't do the time unless you slip us a dime then you'll be just fine But if they left that in they would be in the bin so it was the altered version they sold our kids So which one is real? Which one is true? That isn't up to them. That's up to me and you. |