English, Angry rhythmic [removed]original poem)
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Although I fight with all my might. Those blue and white lights that swirl at night, put a fear in my heart as a sea of cars moving, they be on us like sharks. I'd be praying before I grip the will to obey their sight. Cause if they catch me at night, she just ain't gonna go. Right. And I'm not trying to play a part in another tragedy. Picture me rolling to the morgue from a simple traffic stop turned crime scene with the bloody white sheet from my upper cheek to the heels of my feet because two blood, two dozen bullets puncture your skin and put it into all my little schemes. I was just riding with some music on the way to my dreams. But an indecent man decided he wanted to victimize me. He couldn't see the man. I was, he saw the hair and white tee, didn't talk, just fired glock two inch holes by my heart. They trained to kill how feel to hold the power of God because you uphold the lock and see by man off another one's flaws. Too many blues break the rules and never get charged and make the news a couple of views. That's still a problem at large. You open on the holy ghost to uphold the law and guard it. Close. Not to harass, cheat and boast not to beat stump and choke to murder me is perjury. **** the juror's vote. And that's a quote for all the lies that was lost to the law. No weapon formed against me. My father, my God drench me in your blood so that they may not victimize me and fracture my jaw in your blood. So I make it home to my siblings and my if you have me die, praise is not by the law, I could be due at any moment. They don't care who you are.