First Letter part 2

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Her first letter came in a week ago.
And now it's time for me to put on a show.
Everything is set and ready.
Everyone is just waiting on me.
All I gotta do is start a fight.
And by the end their faces are filled with fright.
They lock me in a max prison cell.
Where I sleep till night fell.

The guard outside knocks twice.
Then slides under a plate of rice.
With a key in the center.
I'm one step closer to her.
With key in hand the guard opens the door.
And guides me out through the prisons core.
I'm passed off to a man in gray.
And the taste of freedom to start my day.

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