You've been in this position once before
Lost your focus and kind of tumbled down
Neighbors thought you'd gone off to fight a war
Custody, on the other side of town
Don't give up again, I heard you explain
There's evidence, obviously crystal-clear
The disrespect that caused you severe pain
Has been terrorizing you with such fear
You became a drifter, who sauntered through
An impoverished destitute, I'd say
There were clues you wanted me to review
Like a judge, I indicted your decay
Don't give up again, you illustrated
Must attest to the truth, there's just one chance
I felt insulted at what you had said
I was not the one who set all these traps
Texture gets tagged as a stereotype
Was surprised how carefree you had become
They apprehended you in one soft swipe
Had your outspread wings trimmed like a plucked plum
Don't give up again, you had once noted
Objective truth was never transparent
Derogative remarks did get quoted
Ending with the issue of a warrant
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