It was the summer of 2001.
All of a sudden my reality shattered in to crumbs.
My dreams dangled as they swung.
Back and forth I mangled my mind until it was numb.
Couldn't believe this shit was happening to me.
I could only see this shit happening on T. V.
but there I was being ask that question.(you rob someone)
Last thing I heard was you gotta go see a detective.
Sweating as my grandma was receiving direction.
She felt she could correct it she's just overly protective.
This was my first time dealing with the justice of law.
I was taught you keep you nose clean don't press it you'll get far.
I worked hard I was trying too pimp out a car.
Wasn't doing shit to get caught that's why all this was bazaar.
In the station it felt like a script on Perry mason.
He was reading me my right and saying strip your shoe lace's.
Took my belt escorted me to a cell with a blanket.
I'm saying I didn't rob this kid they file's my name under new cases.
I looked at my grandma like what the hell as I interred a cell.
Yelling don't tell me I gotta spending the night in jail.
She said when you wake up and before you smell.
I'll be here telling the bailiff wake up my baby just made bail.
She kept her promise she was there when I a woke.
Not knowing if I was honest she still provided the smokes.
With a fresh pack of Newport's I put my stress to rest.
It wasn't until I was due in court that I notice pain in my chest.
Dumb to the system but one of my kind folk's knew this lawyer
Them dealt with him befo plus him had his on show like Tom Sawyer
He sat with me and listened to everything I had to say.
Although he felt that I was innocent still it only about the pay.
I'm was more willing to give up everything I had saved.
I'll give it all up to prevent from being lock up in a cage.
I would say in my own head god knew the truth regardless.
50 said only god can judge him but god's not handing down these charges.
I was looking at 8 to 25 with no prior record to they surprise.
but to the court's I was still a young black male guilty until otherwise.
My lawyer said I a sure ya this is in the bag.
Twisting the key's to his jag only to mention how he needed his cash.
Grandma went to the stash and pull out what look like every cent she had.
Oh that included all mine too so you know I was mad.
But I was kinda glad cause I can finally get this shit over.
Get back to the pad back to stacking chips for this 86 nova.
It was no guaranties that when its all over I'll be free.
I was told by my lawyer to go with the judge and not the jury.
Doing this would decrease my chances of doing a bit.
If I was to be released that day its cause god granted my wish.
But there I was sitting in front of the judge fighting but still free.
What happened next had me like what when the verdict came back guilty.
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