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The man has got me down.
I am wearing a frown.
Please help me turn it upside down.
I am worth more without bars. I did not steal, I did not Rape, I do not murder.
My crime is a simple one. I was retailing goods that our government does not profit from. So instead they chew you up in the courts. Taking my dignity and a fat chunk of cash. The bonds men get their check. The lawyer sees their kick back. Courts take their cut for the offense or in some cases, no offense. Then probation, which is an entirely different organization, lives off your monthly checks. If your lucky, you won't be thrown into a cage like cattle. What do you know? The prison receives an average 30 to 60 thousand dollars to house each head for a year. It takes me 2-3 years of working hard to make that money. So, now I am wondering, why is everyone a criminal in the eyes of Big Brother?
Cigarettes: A harmful addictive drug that kills 500,000 humans a year. Legal!

Jerod A Hawk

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was born in Devils Lake, in 1976 the year of our Centennial. {notes}I spent most of my time in Mandan, ND. I created a mighty large track record with the law in Bismarck, North Dakota, I had a culture shock in Burlington, Wisconsin, Spent some time in Michagan, Oregon and South Dakota. I am now residing in Grand Junction, Colorado. I like to think of myself as cool, although my temperature still says 98.6. The girls say I am a fucken stud, the ladies think I am a sexy, cute, sweet, but I think I am an asshole instead. My father says I am going to be a star, My old friends and I called our selves crimindenials, The system says that I am a criminal, I am a 1994 graduate of rush education, Rappelling, Zip Lining, Snowboarding, Num Chucks, Harley Davidson, Biker, biking, Roller Blading, Sky Diving, When I want to be shady, Slim could not hold a candle to me. I love you Eminem!

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