Letter From A High School Jail Cell

I am speechless, and the mind is vacant.
My head's been pushed into ground that's sacred.
Out of impossibilities bring good things.
And from this socialized cage, I want to spring.

I had this theory that I didn't apply
To the rumor mill that gets the underaged high
That fills their jones when at night, they cry
To invent a story and replenish their supply

I can say, why? I've genuinely cared
When miles out of my way, defensively prepared
Formulated to minimize the unnecessary attention.
All of this, out the window for my apprehension.

There's an official warrant out for my arrest.
Fleeing is no option, so I remain a social test.
To be tarred and feathered, burned to the third degree.
Wonderin' like my ancestors, will I ever be free...