L Hear Freedom Groan

Freedom groans, under the weight of it's downtrodden. Executions, in Florida may soon come to a stop, still today, I became again afraid. I often wonder am I a coward afraid of jail? Self reporting, self arrest, saying what need's to be said. I try to ask them all of the questions that makes them hate me. Without me, I wonder would they still have a job? The detective hating my word's got up and shook the hand's of two homeless men, turned and said. These two show respect, while you give U.S. nothing but grief! I then said, he wearing a gun, chair's firmly secured to the ground, yet we come and go. Convicted felons that don't report to the sheriff's office, are guilty of a third degree felony punishable by up to five year's in prison. I tripled up on my seroquel because I sweat perfusely and shake uncontrollably when I'm around corrupt individuals whom have the power of life and death over me. You see, come May of next year I will have been out of prison for twenty year's. And since my release I have been jailed at least twenty time's. I have spent easily twenty grand on bailbond's I've lost a multimillion dollar yearly business my family and home. While committing no tangible crime inside my state or country. Now I am old beyond belief and have no real interest in what they will do to you, because you didn't care what they did to me now that I hear freedom groan.