Out of the jumpsuit.

Off the prison block.

Form a straight line and follow suit.

Head down ignore the shakedown probably another racial dispute.

The CO in hot pursuit.

Its like a natural birth.

But the chains and cuffs.

Umbilical cord.

Think twice about the meaning of freedom.

You’ve no idea what you’re in for.

Do you feel prepared?

Or are you anxious and scared?

Rewind 20 years,

Remember how you got here.

Intoxication behind the wheel while visually impaired.

But you were a prisoner well before being locked up.

Explain how you succumbed to addiction.

Was it poverty, living in the wrong jurisdiction?

Or the increased cost of living that made you suffer an eviction?

Don’t know where you’re getting your next dinner plate.

Society already got you in it’s clutches ready to eviserate.

So you walk the fine line of staying straight while you wait for the smog to dissipate.

This is real shit but I hope you don’t relate.

So you dodge drug addiction.

But resort to accessible alcohol.

Did you read the fine print?

Fuck drinking responsibly.

That’s when all bets are off and you become a monstrosity.

In the back of the paddy wagon saying “fuck, how did this happen.”

First offense, metal circlets on but this ain’t no slap on the wrist.

Getting of the hook.

Is like Kyle Rittnehouse not being acquitted of a murder conviction.

Plea deal helped evade capital punishment.

The judge putting you behind bars.

Is the same judge that drives home abusing ambien and Xanax bars.

The line greys when we decide what’s an acceptable addiction.

So just think when you’re about to judge the person who gave everything for one thing.

For 24 hours put your phone down.

When you reach out to grab it.

Knowing you can’t have it

That’s what being an addict feels like.