Thinkin' that everything is groovy,
until they go see the judge and she gives them some bad news.
To cope with the pain they go take a snooze.
Some of them even say they ain't got nothing to lose,
Until they find out that freedom can run out like booze.
At first it's hard, but then the pain starts to recede,
you're thinking that this is going to be your final bad deed,
but it's just the beginning, so you need to start the race,
everything is changed, and it'll never be the same.
You don't know how long you'll get when judge calls your name,
you got thirty days and that seems like a long time,
at least you got juvy school, you're not locked away on the dime.
At school you learn about a blog,
That's been put up for people's words to be cataloged,
Kids write stories, poems, and raps,
then they write a sick line, they look to someone for some daps,
they think they got it goin'
until they remember that they're not flowin'
They're locked up in juvy,
And everything ain't so groovy.
E.A.