Jammin my ass off, vacating for ah moment!
Then I saw thah cop lights comin fast in back of me while drivin in the non-passin lane!
Looked at the speedo, eighty!?
Fuckin busted! But fuck it! I ain't smoked or drank shit!
I was so fuckin glad it was ah muh fuckin State Trooper!
At least those muh fuckahs USed tah have tah have at least twenty-three credit hours of taking a college or an university courses to become ah State Trooper!
My windows were already down!
I pulled ovah severely to thah shouldah, thah emergency lane!
Put that bitch in park!
Turned the ignition switch to off!
Turned thah interior lights on!
Put my hands out thah muh fuckin driver's side window!
And waited for instructions!
White State Trooper came up to thah driver's side door, bent down, puttin his hands on his knees, not on his pistol,(Ah Black IPD officer at thah time named Michael Blanchard told me what tah do if ah niggah don't want tah get possibly shot when US Black broke asses gets pulled ovah.) and said,
"Where's the fire?"
'Can we talk in your cruiser? Or do we have to speak like this informally while yourself is unsafely exposed?'
He looked at me for a second and at my hands still suspended outside thah muh fuckin driver's side window and surprisingly said,
"Yes sir! We can do that sir! Come on back!"...
(Peace! More to come...)
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