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Mokon is a division of Protective Industries, Inc. from Buffalo, New York, United States. It is also the brand name of the circulating liquid temperature control systems delivering fluid temperatures from −20 to 700 °F (−29 to 371 °C) that are designed and manufactured by this division. Created from the need for "mold control", the company's corporate engineers responsible for the manufacture of a line of proprietary plastic closures used worldwide (Caplugs), originally developed a temperature control system to meet their own exacting need for a compact, safe, and efficient means of maintaining close control over their fast-cycle injection molding machines. In 1955, the corporation opened a new division of the company, MOKON, to further design, manufacture, a… more »

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Dear Lord, now is better than never
Please take the wheel as I am coasting, on this endless endeavor
Drenched and dripping with sin, spent a lifetime lost
Within all them wasted minutes, forgotten was the cost
Now on my knees, with my palms pressed tight
Look to the sky, dear God help me change my life
Ruckus I've caused enough of, and the sufferings tough
As I bust up out of these cuffs, my past I'll touch on just once
It's been a minute since I spoke on the penance
That I spent while sitting in prison and  serving out my sentence
Isn't a gimmick, day by day counting minutes
Til the day I became free , EOS , end of sentence

Now I'll admit it, my convictions run deep
When I say I'll bring them receipts, it's photographic on sheets
It's best you shut up believe me whenever I preach
Cuz in these streets, I've been a problem, since before you could speak
Door kicked down, swinging cold steel around 'em
Belly face down or your ass was getting pounded
Counting the money, take it all and leave em nada
Pouncing on dummies, not involved claiming they saw 'em
From selling nicks, to toting Mexican bricks
Only expense I ever faced was lawyer's due to a snitch
Running wit M & M , ain't referring to Marshall Mathers
Mexican Mafia , muy peligroso matter

Beat down, tossed around lika' rag doll
That was your outcome, if you crossed us at all
D S F B , let me repeat
Dirty South Florida Boy, and we run these streets
I'm a bad mother huncher, Lord forgive me for my sins
Listed all throughout the state, I've spent time in multiple pens
Back then, laws to me, did not exist
Nine iron, wall to wall, clearing hallways in seconds
Varsity jock, without a preppy history
Kicked off the team at one point for bloodshot eyes by Coach T
Lord please, forgiven, I am asking
Second chances come only once and mine I'll make lasting

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