They threw me in the slammer, stripped of my dignity I barely got a word in, they gave me the third degree. My family was so confused, no idea what was going on But I knew I could beat this charge, this simple felony. My lawyer showed up late to court, he looked an awful mess. He told me the fastest way to do this was simply to confess. The jury already hated me and would surely find “guilty,” But I knew I could beat this charge, this simple felony. The judge he roared and slammed his hammer hard upon the stand. He ordered me to plea, and I said “Your honor, lend me a hand,” He told me I was being charged with murder, second degree, And I hoped I could beat this charge, this simple felony.