"You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in the court of law."
Now those were words that I never hoped to have heard in my entire life.
I used every trick in the book to keep this clean from my life.
Going on to live with a criminal record when technically I'm no criminal,
Getting stopped and searched by the feds was the minimal.
Now the thoughts of jail were just about the death of me,
I'd rather be dead than to have to stare at the same 4 walls defining the inside of me.
Plain, dirty and cold with no vision
I wish back then I had made the right decision.
A thin mattress to keep me comfy? Man scrap that.
A coffin is more homey why don't they just add that.
The tension walls are building, I can hear my own heartbeat,
Thumping like my neighbours speakers pumping at the party
I'd probably be safer with the guy who called me shawty,
But I'm my own man, camouflaged no khaki.
You see, they lied to me.
Like Havana said, authorities will not ride for me.
A night or two they said yet I was stuck in that cell
With that one pathetic call that only kept me in hell.
They say orange is the new black, well its true cos I'm in it.
No cameras, no scripts, no games but I'm still "it",
Standing before the judge who's about to ruin it all for me,
I looked her dead in the eye but the orange is all she could see.
Pleading in my heart for her to please let me go,
But she didn't seem to care, cos she sentenced me to the hole...
Bruh....
No she didn't...
Wait hold up, she ain't even finished.
5 more years in the darkness alone,
With a whole bunch of criminals who've made themselves at home.
This is the end of the road for a failure,
This is it for Miss Zhane Taylor.
*bangs gavel* Case Closed!
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