In the Box
“In the Box” is a police
colloquial phrase indicating
the interrogation room
As soon as I walk through the front door,
you start grilling me
Giving me a burn notice ...
the third degree
Those handcuff marks are from you
squeezing my wrists too tight, you see
You’ve got questions ... then more questions
Questioning me for what seems like hours,
I’m given no relief
One way or another,
you’re gonna draw a confession out of me
How long do you plan on
keeping me in the Box?
How much more must I endure
before you’re satisfied?
After this initial interrogation,
you finally let me out
But heading into the bedroom,
I get tossed into another Box
I’m forced to answer more questions,
while laying down,
looking up at the lights burning hot
I’m beginning to see,
tonight I’m not gonna get any relief ... no sleep
This, that or the other,
you’re determined to get a confession out of me
Where have I been?
Why did I leave?
Who was with me?
What did we do?
When did I start cheating on you?
Woman, get a check on your crazy jealousy —
or we’re through
You better stop treating me this way —
or we’re through
Pump your brakes,
or separation is gonna come crashing down on you
Let me out of the Box, right now ...
and I mean it too
No more questions
do I wanna hear from you
Either charge me with a crime, right now
Or let the matter go
If you continue on this way,
some proof you better show
If you don’t let me out of the Box,
if you won’t open wide the cell door
Then it’s time for me to lawyer up,
‘cause I’m not talking anymore!
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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