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