Jail cell cognac

They threw me out like a sack of potatoes 

I’ve found myself living on the street with little to nothing in my pockets,

All I’ve got is a busted phone and some cigarettes

I’m thuggin it out on the cold Oklahoma streets 

I wish I stayed out of trouble, then I wouldn’t have had to spend 

Christmas, New Years, and Thanksgiving in jail.

It was my car that I stole so god can’t be that mad at me

I’ve lost the girl of my dreams, friends, home, food

Everything but my sliver of dignity which I keep on my sleeve.

I miss my ex wife and kids, but I also miss my happiness

Maybe I deserve it.