Copping An Attitude
Uniform bravery blue
checked out
before the stroke of midnight
Just as my black butt inadvertently ran into
a bullet fired by
the nervous trigger finger of officer Fife
But in the court of law,
my ebony word didn’t stand a snowball chance
Some tin star shady Hades testimony
foiled my justice remedy
As sheriff Andy backed up the diablo story
of his inept, scared deputy
Got me copping a Mexican attitude —
caliente habanaro angry
A fire’s burning in my belly
in the little border city of Socorro,
a desert Mayberry
There’s a lot of gaucho gun runners
tequila riding
from Lone star true south of Rio Grande
And plenty of drug cartel mules
24-wheeler hiding,
rolling north on a bandito stretch of highway
Uniform cowardly blue
didn’t prevent them from coming thru
The small town law no stop that muerte contraband,
pistoleros riding dirty in unmarked vans
Instead they profile halt citizen law-abiding me:
got a false resisting arrest ticket,
and a hands-in-the-air protest fine
Was shown bottom of the boot asphalt authority,
kicked-to-the-curb bullet in the behind
They flashed their sirens on me
for cruising slow Mustang mestizo
Got me copping a Cozumel attitude —
fuego jalapeno Zorro
And my homeboy legal amigos
are stoking spicy sombrero lingo
Pursuant to a civil lawsuit for police brutality,
a hot lead chili pepper plaintiff plea
is the Santa Ana path I choose to bleed
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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