Frightful Night

Out late one night,
I had the biggest fright.
Car smelling like a lawn mower,
30 zone hitting 50 mph.
In my rear view came the Kanye West,
Police etched on the bullet proof vest.
It was dark that night,
The smell of grass was slight.
License, insurance and registration he asked for,
Hand on his gun as he stands by my door.
Pulled out my wallet, reached in the glove box,
Progressive on my phone, password was Kickrocks.
Is that weed I smell as he pulls his glock.
No I responded as it’s 12:22 am on the clock.
Get out of the car and put your hands on the hood
I complied to his instructions as I should.
He put me to sit on the pavement hands behind my back.
The silver bracelets too tight and I ask for some slack.
The officer calls for help and 3 more show up.
They’re excited for a possible drug bust on a traffic stop.
Cars passing by watching me sit there alone.
Asked about the smell and I tell them it’s my cologne.
Instantly accused of lying as they start their search,
Parked at the roadside in front of First Baptist Church.
It was dark outside but it there was a lot of light,
As 2 more cops show up and they’re all white.
Car is clean and it’s time to check my person,
Slammed against the car as the situation worsen.
Asked if I have anything on me like a weapon,
I thought, well my dick is as big as a cannon.
No officer I mouthed my retort.
I started to pray as a last resort.
We don’t believe you said one officer.
You people always have something said the colonizer.
I rebutted with what do you mean by you people?
The officer looked at me like I was feeble.
C’mon boy, what you got on you, asked another.
Another officer responded, yeah brutha.
I started to seem like I had an appointment with jail,
But my bank account is bone dry, no money for bail.
Call came over the radio, my lucky night it might seem.
I’m free to go and I wake up from my bad dream.