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.