Our expiry date is certain
There is no denying the truth
How we will go is another matter
Now we shouldn't swallow in self pity
Life is like the morning dews
It can disappear in the heat
Once we understand the truth
We shouldn't feel the blues
Go out and kick some smoke
Don't break the law though
It will be no fun living in cells
The prison officials will control our times
We are born to live, enjoy and expire
In between don't get into traffic jams
It will be no fun living in prison
We will have marks of convict on us
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