God’s Gunner’s, Booty Bandits, & Bad Boys
By R25288 ( c ) 2006-2007
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Chapter Twenty-Five
From Chain Gang Charlie
To Cool Hand Charlie
Candy Shop
By 50 Cent
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah…
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I’ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ‘head girl, don’t you stop
Keep going ’til you hit the spot
(woah)
[Olivia]
I’ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I’ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ’til you hit the spot
(woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way,
how do you want it
You gon’ back that thing up
or should i push up on it
Temperature rising,
okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I’ll break it down for you now,
baby it’s simple
If you be a nympho,
I’ll be a nympho
In a hotel
or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in a park,
it’s whatever you into
Got the magic stick,
I’m the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you
’bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby,
no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round
like a low rider
I’m a seasons vet
when it comes to this shit
After you broke up a sweat
you can play with the stick
I’m tryin to explain baby
the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl,
not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain’t never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain’t never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door
she get to pullin on my zipper
It’s like it’s a race who can get undress quicker
Isn’t it ironic how erotic it is
to watchem in thongs
Had me thinking ’bout that ass
after I’m gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off,
she like it from behind
So seductive,
you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor
when we grind
As long as she ain’t stoppin, homie
I ain’t stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on
and popping
All my champaigne campaign,
bottle after bottle its on
And we goin’ sip till every bubble in every bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]
“As if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself-as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.”
Walt Whitman
He was Chain Gang Charlie, before I went to the chain gang. He was a Republican. He was the enemy, and I disliked his politics, and I would never vote for him. His was the voice of compulsion vs. compassion. Virginia, don’t you just hate it when people change? I had him pidgeon-holed, boxed, figured out, categorized, and he goes and does a compassionate thing for others. Who would have thought that Chain Gang Charlie would become a Cool Hand Charlie? Thanks, Charlie! You gave me back some of my rights, and for that, you have my vote.
From The St. Petersburg Times, April 4, 2007, page 13A, by Governor Charlie Crist:
Our Founding Fathers set forth in the Declaration of Independence that “all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” To secure these rights, we, the people created our government.
When a citizen breaks the law, he or she has taken something from society, so we view punishment as the repayment of that debt. The debt is paid by serving jail or prison time, probation, and paying restitution to the victims of the crime. And like any debt, once the citizen has fully repaid, he or she should be afforded the opportunity, except where the most heinous of crimes have been committed, to re-enter society with the same rights the citizen had before breaking the law.
That is the way the system should work, and that is the way it does work in 45 of our 50 states. Unfortunately, in five states-Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi, Kentucky and Florida-we do not restore civil rights to those who have broken the law once they have paid their debt in full.
Why is Florida among only five states that do not automatically restore civil rights? Like Florida, many Southern states struggling through the Jim Crow era resisted calls to change their laws denying the restoration of civil rights. Since then, all but five of these states have realized the historical underpinning for denying the restoration of civil rights and repealed these unjust laws.
Some who favor the current system argue that restoring civil rights is somehow “weak on crime,” as if restoring the right to vote, to serve on a jury or to work lessens the punishment or encourages a person to commit new crimes. In fact, the opposite should be true. Giving a person a meaningful way to re-enter society, make a living and participate in our democracy will encourage good behavior. Moreover, there is no historical record in states that have restored civil rights to argue that restoration has increased crime.
Thankfully, crime in Florida is at a 35-year low, and no state has been tougher on crime than we have. For more than a decade, we have fought to ensure criminals are held accountable for their actions through strict sentencing. As a state senator, I sponsored the bill that brought chain gangs back to Florida and sponsored the landmark “Stop Turning Out Prisoners” Act to require criminals to serve at least 85 percent of their sentences.
This year, through the passage of the Anti-Murder Act, we will require violent felony offenders who violate probation to remain in jail until a judge finds they no longer pose a danger to the community. Violent criminals who abuse the privilege of probation will not be given the opportunity to prey on Florida’s citizens.
The ultimate goal of these laws is justice. Those who do not abide by the laws of our land pay a tough penalty for doing so, and they should . But once they have paid their debt, society should honor its part of the bargain and allow citizens to re-enter society and enjoy the rights granted by our Creator. To not do so is more than reckless or irresponsible, it is unjust. As Abraham Lincoln reminded the nation in his second inaugural address, your elected representatives should govern with “malice toward none, and charity for all.”
Thank you, Charlie!
From The New York Times, April 3, 2007:
Florida Governor Is Hoping to Restore Felon Voting Rights by Abby Goodnough
“Florida is the most populous of three states whose constituients require withdrawal of voting rights from all convicted felons, and it has the nation’s largest number of disnfranchised former offenders. The other two states are Kentucky and Virginia.”
Virginia, do you see it? I knew you would. Where did Virginia come from, and what happened to Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi? Semantics, Virginia, is trying to figure out can they both be right? For me, I’m just happy that Charlie showed compassion.
Three Duke boys recently got cleared of rape charges after the alleged victim was no longer certain if she had been penetrated, and DNA evidence failed to connect any of the boys to the woman. This is what one of the boys said as printed in the St. Petersburg Times, page 7A, of Thursday, April 12, 2007:
“This entire experience has opened my eyes up to a tragic world of injustice I never knew existed. If police officers and a district attorney can systematically railroad us with absolutely no evidence whatsoever, I can’t imagine what they’d do to people who do not have the resources to defend themselves.”
Reade Seligmann, 21, one of the players who was cleared.
Well Reade, I too, was like you, until I found out, and spent 4 years, 3 months, and 2 weeks in prison. I didn’t know, Virginia; I’m sorry.
Last weekend, my brothers and their wives, and my niece and I layed our mother/grandmother’s ashes to rest. They had saved her ashes until we could be together again. It is in my family that I find strength, and J.D. is also part of my family.
Born In Prison
By John Lennon
We’re born in a prison
Raised in a prison
Sent to a prison called school
We cry in a prison
We love in a prison
We dream in a prison like fools
Wood becomes a flute when it’s loved
Reach for yourself and your battered mates
Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate
We live with no reason
Kicked around for no reason
Thrown out without reason like tools
We work in a prison
We hate in a prison
And die in a prison as a rule
Wood becomes a flute when it’s loved
Reach for yourself and your battered mates
Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate
We live in a prison
Among judges and wardens
And wait for no reason for you
We laugh in a prison
Go through all four seasons
And die with no vision of truth
Wood becomes a flute when it’s loved
Reach for yourself and your battered mates
Mirror becomes a razor when it’s broken
Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate
“That’s the King’s Messenger. He’s in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn’t even begin till next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of all.”
“Suppose he never commits the crime?” said Alice.
“That would be all the better, wouldn’t it?”
Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass
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