Jonathan Gordon

HE LOST ALL HE HAD

He lost all that he had, his clothes, his whip, the girls & his pad
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So he ended up moving back home with mom & dad
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He thought he was invincible & he thought he was so bad
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Next thing he knew, the haters ended up shooting at him, it was a hard lessoned to be learnt
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The dope addicts jacked him for his possessions when he wasn’t lookin, & had his back turned
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Just like butter, the wheels in his head churned
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Now he finally knew what it felt like to really get burned
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He thought he had forged friendships & the partying & fun would never stop
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It seemed like everywhere he went, the drugs & the horny women made it pop
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He had all the people in the apartments buying his connect’s crop
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Posted up in apt 206 in the Stone Gates with Nate, he opened up shop
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He was a master at master at makin daduh daduns drop
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He was an up & comin success that just as quickly turned into a flop
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Ended up getting his a** bopped
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Falsely convicted of a crime that was never committed because of crooked judge, prosecutors & cops
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He spent 5½ months sitting up in Franklin County eatin plate fulls of mush & slop
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In dirty cells where it could be weeks before they’d get some cleaner, a broom & a mop
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23 & 1 lock down in the maximum security pod watching everybody go to the box & get whopped
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In the meantime, he sat there listening to war stories as they eatin chips rice, noodles, beans & sippin on mud
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Watching the Gangs jumping each other, then after they done watching the trustees clean up the blood
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To deal with the stress of facing so much time, he found himself twisting up bud
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Going to court appearance in shackles, just to tell him once again the trial date has another delay
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Talking about the investigators could’nt find the witnesses, so he had to come back another day
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Sittin in his room
with blacked out windows so he couldn’t even see a single sun ray
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All he could do to pass time was make $2 prepaid phone calls to his family, play pinochle, read, sleep & pray
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Waiting to see if he’ll go free
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Or once again end up in the custody of D-O-C!!!
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As it turns put, he told the State: “F*** yo plea.”
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And in return he received an unanimous conviction
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Thanks for your time!!!

http://www.jonathankeenangordon.name

Jonathan Gordon
DOC #793350

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