Florida Madness

by MiSZ ALAiNA   Aug 24, 2005


I didn't do it.
I didn't mean to.
Take these handcuffs off me,
What am I going to do?

Uncle Rich told me don't go out.
Aunt Tasha said don't drink.
But I wasn't listening,
i didn't even think.

Now I crashed the new Escalade.
Worst I even got into a car accident.
Wait until mom hears about this.
She's going to come all the way from Cali cursing me out and s.h.i.t.

Now I am being locked up,
For being intoxicated.
Why can't these cops have simple codes.
They making everything complicated.

I acted like a fool in Cali,
I got sent to Florida for the year.
Next year I will probably be with Aunt Jas,
Here comes the tears.

I don't want to go to jail.
I want to live my life.
I want to be a free teen.
Why do I have to live this trife?

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