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Suburbs tremble again, fearing the have-nots at the window, collecting their fair

share. guns and alarms aren't enough. they demand justice, and every criminal locked

away, as well as any kid wh



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Ht do something wrong. there's a jail out of town with fences so high we won't think

about who's inside. neighbours are disappearing behind the bars. kids are doing time

for petty crimes. it don



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Tter who they are. it don't matter that they're alive. a warehouse for victims of

circumstance. cops are rounding up slaves; workers that can't complain or come late.

a workforce behind bars. th



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Make gadgets, circuit boards or fix cars. it don't matter who they are. it don't

matter that they're alive. crime pays, ask the bankers floating bonds to build cages

for the inner-city's "



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Hands¡± instead of schools. factories with fences meet the prisons without walls. we

shall have your skulls. they'll kick you to the ground. you'll find yourself employed

again. on the inside.



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