jesus thugs

  we got carted across three counties holding hands.. that guard was a nice man..

you told me you loved me when we crossed the lines, that feeling of surrender wasn’t very nice

the ride was bumpy and ten feet deep, prayed for forgiveness tried to sleep

you left me standing on concrete, no kisses to be had no shoes on our feet

the rain was pouring, I cried that drug dealer momma held me by her side

the rest were laughing doing drugs they shouldn’t be doing in the tub

with a plastic baggie and a jesus thug