Sonny Jay's blog: "Locked Behind Bars"

Locked Behind Bars

Locked behind bars for helping someone tonight.

Now I have no choice but to put up a good fight.

Some lady I have never seen asked for my help.

And now the law has a tight grip on my belt.

Trusting in someone for in her I believed.

Not knowing it was me who was being deceived.

 

A simple thing is all she ever asked.

Her friend will send a check for me to cash.

She gave no reason for me not to trust.

Sent money before and there was no bust.

 

So why would I doubt her in her time of need?

For without me she will not be able to proceed.

This lady is in a far off land.

And only I can lend her a helping hand.

 

To help her get home both safe and sound.

So she can get back to her own home town.

Believing in her for the past few months.

To get back to the USA is all that she wants.

 

But before this deed can ever take seed.

There is a small favor she will need to proceed.

She needs money for her flight home.

And she asked for my help in a loving tone.

 

Keeping in touch with my feelings deep within.

Not even aware I am about to sin.

The check was sent in my name straight to me,

Through UPS in a few days you see.

 

I take it to a check cashing place,

Where a pair of handcuffs for me awaits.

Deception and lies has become a part of this deal.

For the check that was sent someone did steal.

 

Then sent it to me through UPS.

But the check was no good when put to the test.

So now what do I do?

 Since I thought she was so true?

Confusion and despair takes control of my mind.

As for the rest of my body will now do time.

 

Locked behind bars,

for something I knew nothing about.

For within this young lady I had no doubt.

Going through hell with guards telling me what to do.

How to dress, when to eat, this is all taboo.

 

Please help me oh Lord, I needs your help now.

For on my face I am wearing a frown.

Hurting so much from being used by someone I trusted.

And now my whole life must be readjusted.

 

Hurting inside and even my pride,

By someone I wanted to be my bride.

So how could I ever trust another so fine?

Not here, nor there, not even online.

 

Locked behind bars, brick walls, steel doors,

In a five by eight cell is all I have to explore.

 

They checked my body all over for tattoos and scars,

Orange jumpsuits, wrist bands, so they know who you are.

I have everything she ever sent to me.

But is this enough evidence to set me free?

 

To prove to them that I had no clue,

Of what this lady had in mind to do?

But in my fate, I must relate,

That I now must wait for my court date.

 

Staying here in this place just wasting away,

Not knowing how my cards will be played.

With nothing but sleep to do in this place, 

Now praying, my friend that’s never too late.

 

I find myself down on my knees,

begging and praying to the lord, help me please.

To get out of this jam I find myself in.

And pray to God, I will never do it again.

 

This is not the time to try to pretend,

that my life is something I can afford to lend.

Locked behind bars, brick walls, steel doors.

I must stay real for my mind is the cure.

 

That can keep me alive and well.

While locked deep inside this type of hell.

Eighty three days is what I must wait.

For a chance to redeem myself on my court date.

I really believed I was going to die,

when my bail was set so damn high.

 

With no money I have it would not matter,

If my bail was set on a smaller ladder.

With hope and prayer I must relate,

while using these weapons to protect my fate.

 

Day after day and night after night.

Locked behind bars and feeling the fright.

Of someone else in control of my life.

Which is a feeling I defiantly don't like.

 

But this I must do to pursue,

this allegation that is not so true.

They say you are innocent until proven guilty.

So why do they lock you up as if you already are guilty?

 

This is something I do not understand.

But I must pray and do the best that I can.

To make it through this Eighty three days,

I'll just keep to myself, and safe I believe I will stay.

 

Another day I spend in this foresaken place,

In a small cell where there is not much space.

They give me a cell mate to share my room tonight.

Hoping with him I don't have to fight.

 

But my court date arrives and I must dress right.

In my orange jumpsuit that is so damn bright.

Sitting around waiting on my turn to go in.

When it is my turn the guards put me in handcuffs again.

 

In to the courtroom I feel the beating of my heart.

And a little fear grabs me from the start.

As they call my name I must take part.

To find that all of my charges have been dropped.

 

A smile jumps across my face,

to find that I will soon be leaving this place.

A true tale told from the stories in my cart,

Giving you hope and a brand new start.

Hoping your mind did play a part,

Of what can happen to a caring heart. 

 

by Sonny Jay Hairston ... Copyright 2008