Trapped in a corner
Locked in a psych ward
I’m not used to this.
I was supposed to see my probation officer
I was supposed to go to Whitman Walker
And pick up my medication
For my hormones and HIV
They completely threw me off track
I guess I’ll wait until Tuesday
I get released Monday night
I ain’t got my medication
I ain’t got it in like a week
Yet I’ m trapped in this place
This is crazy as hell
You can’t even get a bar of soap
What kind of place is this?
I was dealing with enough
Until you did this crazy shit to me.
In fact, this place IS CRAZY.
They have a one-hour quiet time
I still got to go to court
I work for Street Sense
I sell newspapers
What kind of place is this?
