Your gang is a doomed lot,
Waiting to be caught,
With no education,
Only a bad reputation.
They are cunning,
Involved in dope-running.
Into this you were recruited,
By them, out-witted.
Going with your acquaintances,
We warned of the consequences.
Now you’re trapped in the law,
To escape, can’t find the door.
Your body is mangled,
From your neck dangled,
A length of rope ---
For you, there’s no hope.
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