Do you know what day it is? It's jail day!!!!
(sung to the tune of, "Mammas Don't Let your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys," recorded by Ed Bruce, written by him and Patsy Bruce)
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be felons
At least hope his sister's a lawyer or cop
Then she can defend or at least make him stop
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be inmates
Jail sucks ass, rude guards make you wait
Calls are recorded and visits on tape
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be robbers
They crash stolen cars, need their face sewn back on
In high speed cop chases drive through neighbor's lawns (no shit)
Parolees ain't easy to love and are harder to scold
Saggin their Levis that they have to hold
They shoplift, then try n sell you fake gold
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be addicts
Cause they'll break your heart and right into your home
Each night begins the same day, but you can't just walk away
Hidin when they make the news, cuz this is the life that they choose
Truth is ya don't have much choice when they're addicted
Bound and determined to be an offender
Be glad when he finds a Public Defender
@copyright donna maysack 2013
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(sung to the tune of, "Mammas Don't Let your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys," recorded by Ed Bruce, written by him and Patsy Bruce)
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be felons
At least hope his sister's a lawyer or cop
Then she can defend or at least make him stop
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be inmates
Jail sucks ass, rude guards make you wait
Calls are recorded and visits on tape
Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be robbers
They crash stolen cars, need their face sewn back on
In high speed cop chases drive through neighbor's lawns (no shit)
Parolees ain't easy to love and are harder to scold
Saggin their Levis that they have to hold
They shoplift, then try n sell you fake gold
Cause they'll break your heart and right into your home
Take iPads, flat screens and your new cell phone
Each night begins the same day, but you can't just walk away
Hidin when they make the news, cuz this is the life that they choose
Truth is ya don't have much choice when they're addicted
Bound and determined to be an offender
Be glad when he finds a Public Defender
@copyright donna maysack 2013
google images
13 comments:
You DO have the soul and talent of a country singer, though. Putting pain into rhyme to lighten it...you are very good at that.
Haha no country singer here, but thanks. You have no idea the day I'm having so your support is appreciated.
Mama, mama, mama.. I need to hit the lottery and write you a big fat check and give you an island of your choosing! - And I would if I could and I will if I ever do!
MiMi, you can't even the day that unfolded right after this post. Please win the lottery, I don't need an island just a room, no view, cable wi fi and some cigarettes.
Whatever you need Mama.. Hugs..
It is seriously no fun to see your child in jail. You write rhymes to lighten the mood but I understand the pain behind it. It’s hell!!! You’ll always have our support!
Honestly JerseyLil, with the day I had, the 2 hour visit was like a break. In there, it's kind of like being in the hospital, you're cut off from the world. When I posted that I thought it would be the low point of my day and seriously it was the best. That tells ya a little somethin about my day.
Sending you hugs across cyberspace!
URG! This post didn't show up on dashboard.
It's soul destroying visiting someone in jail, never mind that it's your own flesh and blood.
I always appreciate you sharing moments such as these with all of us and my heart and much love, goes out to you each and every time. xx
Hey Lily, I think I found that post I asked you about. You know the one that you, being the gracious lady I'm not, wouldn't help me find.
Uhhh... Mimi... can you spring for one more ticket? I'm going to need to go with Donna to her new island. I require the same thing she does except I need Cokes and Klonopin too. Thank you!
Donna know I am sending love to you each time you write one of these posts, I am proud to call you my friend.
PJ, I'm Queen Coca-cola. So MiMi, double up on those cokes and I need a lot more meds than PJ.
PJ, I feel it, that's why I want you to turn your computer on!!! You guys should go look at the email I got about Jesus and my vagina....
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