Last week, as my senior year was started
There are changes I call transformation
Physically and in my emotion
My physical form as they say improved
They fell awkward when they see me calmed
Friends conclude I'm not in disposition
But then again they're wrong in selection
Because of my inspiration I changed
I'm now turning into a good person
I never expect that it would affect
I've do it for a very good reason
That I myself very soon could reflect
Way back then before I was in prison
Prisoner of my own hidden aspect
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