drug court...
baby's mama drama and perscriptions for jail,
drug court aint no joke no-one can make your bail,
judge's way the only way and he plays to win,
here comes the judge, and it's wednesday again.
little ankle braclettes, halfway houses, iop,
meetings, steps, and sponsors, moving up to orc.
curfews, lockdown, house arrest, phases 1 thru 3.
18 months in drug court...hopefully i'll be free.
Pastor T is preaching, the churches love for you,
Kidneys working overtime for K and all his crew.
N is always in the house telling all on you,
Stacy's on the left and right, ms Shirley we love you.
get a job or go to jail, be honest and don't use,
missing treatment aint an option you want to choose.
drug court is the way my higher power's helping me,
i'm ready for judge M's drugcourt...another wednesday...
tlcoriginals...
i actually do not have to go back to court until January 10, 2007!
i had just gotten comfortable with it...seems like change happens right at the moment you accept one thing...haha!
many blessings, star.
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