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I used to be good

Did what I should

Gave all I could

Brushed of the dirt

Healed your hurt

Stayed when you asked

And talked when you passed

But that was me good

Under my hood

I was a drunk

A piece of junk

I was a criminal

Helped minimal

I was a vandal -

No one could handle

I started stealing

Got cash from dealing

But then I got caught

And got charged in court

And that’s when I thought

I’d lost a good name

Because I played the wrong game.