Occifer Occifer

Occifer, occifer what did I do
I no go fast and dat is de truth
I good citizen I try to be good
I have 3 kids and live in bad neighborhood

Place your hands on the wheel sir where I can see them
I know your kind and I know my reason
License and registration please and do it real slow
You were doing 55 in a 54

Yes sir I give you de papers you ask
but I want no trouble thats not too much to ask
I pay my taxes and I obey the law
If it was 54 then de sign I must not have saw

Just hand me the papers and don't you move
I will be back and we'll see what we'll do
If you claim to be what you say you are
You should have no problems so let me go back to my car

De minutes tick by and sweat fill my face
I remember de movies of police filled with hate
for people like me then bad things happen
I remember one movie when they beat him then shot him

I say quick prayer as I think of my kids
my wife and de dreams of dem going to college
Tears start flowing and now I am scared
de man has been gone too long I can see him stare

Oh my God another car pull up
then two then three now even a truck
they all around me and watching me close
then a voice in my head screams, YOU ARE TOAST!!!

then all of a sudden the man says step out de car
I ask him what for he says GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!
I say to myself I will not die here
and step out de car trying to hide my fear

De other police jump out and aim their guns
My hands in the air, guns have I none
De police come to me with gun pulled out
UP AGAINST THE CAR he screams and he shouts

I tense my body as I turn around
my ears cry out at the sound of the round
immediately I fall to the ground gasping and wheezing
de police come over to see if I'm breathing

they hit me with sticks and then start to kick me
they tie my hands up and continue with beating
they take off my clothes in de cold night air
then de tie me to de truck cause I don't belong here

They hop in de truck and start to drive
my back on de ground they skin me alive
then they stop and take one last look
they untie me and take me off the hook

I'm thrown in de bushes while de rest of them laugh
I just thank God de torture did not last
I look at de police as he lights up his cush
and ask why he beat me and he said...
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JUST THANK BUSH.

Copyright © Stevenson Benoit | Year Posted 2007

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