Traffic Stop
Driving down the road,
I bring my unit to a stop.
A speeding violation,
A typical day as a cop.
As I exit my unit,
Random shots pierce the night.
I take cover behind my car,
And put him in my sights.
Two shots leave my weapon,
Striking him in his chest.
I looked down at my body,
And took one in my vest.
There’s no such thing as routine,
In the life of a cop.
‘Cause one can lose his life,
In any random stop.
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