Deborah Maples Poet I do not know?

Living In Hell

Yesterday I was happy and free
Today I'm behind bars in misery.
I was cuffed and booked and thrown into jail
Busted for drugs now, I'm living in hell.
I'm living in hell for comitting a crime
The price I'm paying is cold hard time.

The judge won't even hear my plea
He says the price for drugs is misery.
I can't even find a lawyer to take my case
So, behind prison bars is what I'll face.
I'm living in hell for drugs is a crime
Living in hell and still doing time.

I'm behind prison bars and living drug free
Paying the price that caught up with me.
So, If you deal with drugs you're headed for hell
And the price you'll pay is locked down in a jail.
I'm living in hell for drugs is a crime
Living in hell and still doing time.

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