We all think we are invincible.
We all think it will never be me.
Until the time comes and it's time to get a number and be locked in a cell all day and night.
Then it just might dawn on you.
Your not nothing special.
Law enforcement knows no color or race.
They just want to give you a taste of reality.
Before it leads to fatality.
Just a game that tends to repeat itself.
I'm not speaking from experience.
I'm speaking from observation.
Nothing but wisdom to pure cold cut complicated complex situations.
- Author: Hoopie ( Offline)
- Published: January 24th, 2018 19:26
- Category: Unclassified
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