innocentmanse7en
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Aight, so I'm comin back from the bar on 53rd and Market after a night of drankin at 12ish at night...I'm more than a lil twisted...I'm walkin homemindin my own b-i, listenin 2 some Freeway ("Lights get Low" if ya care...) bout 2 go home and
. Its a quiet night and I'm chillin, thinkin everything cool and I'm bout2 head 2 the crib and get lifted with no incident...but that'd be 2 easy, right? Soon as I cross Chestnut, the boys roll up on me and flick on the highbeams.
Naturally, this scares the livin $#!+ outta me, as I got a few bags on me (tucked in the zippered hidden leg pocket on my SP jeans, that's important.) andI aint tryna get booked 2nite. I pause the song and slowly turn around. One cop steps out the passenger side and says, "All right, turn around, handsagainst the wall, this is a routine high-crime area stop-and-frisk." So I say 2 him "What you mean, hands against the wall?! I'm goin home, whyyall gotta draw on me? Yall go head sumwhere, don't yall got a murder 2 solve or sumthin?" He gives me a look and says "Listen, we havereasonable suspicion you are involved in criminal activity and under the stop-and-frisk law, this gives us the right 2 pat you down at our discretion. So handsagainst the wall, BOY (sidenote: we still call *substitutions* that in the 08? Oh aight...)...unless you'd rather discuss this at the precinct..."
Now, me bein me, course I wanted 2 say somethin real fly 2 dude...but with the boys, you gotta pick ya battles. So I give him a look, turn around, put my handson the wall and issue a silent prayer 2 Jesus, Allah, Jehovah, Budda, Aikman, and ne otha available deities that they only check the reg pockets. I can feel myheart beatin as he approaches...he gets behind me and says "You know how 2 do this, you know this aint your 1st time bein searched, spreadem..."(Hideo...it was nowhere near as
as it sounds readin it
...but neway ) he takes his good sweet time pattin me down, and whenhe gets 2 the crotch he starts grabbin and $#!+ and at this point I gotta say sumthin..."Damn, you coulda at least bought me a drink 1st...". Hetwists my arm behind my back and says "You watch ya mouth, BOY..." I shot back, "Aight man, you did ya lil patdown search or whateva, and I aintgot $#!+ on me, so you can go harass sumbody else now." (At the same time, I'm thinkin 2 myself "shut up, AJ" and hopin he dont know how SPjeans work) He lets go, turns me around, and says "It's all right, we'll prolly meet again, smartmouth...you just watch yourself", steps onmy Questions, gets back in the car and peels out.
It just piss me off that cops think they can do whateva the hell they want cuz of that nut **@ badge...the worst part is, dude was only maybe 5'5"andfrailish (I'm 6'4 and solid) so I know if some reg dude woulda tried some $#!+ like that, ida prolly punched him in the face so hard his head wouldaflipped back like one of them transformin Power Ranger toys from back in the day...but he was a pig, so I couldn't do a twatdamn thing...I hate the cops,man...I was just glad I had my still had cheeba 2 go home and enjoy (and the freedom 2 do so)...
Naturally, this scares the livin $#!+ outta me, as I got a few bags on me (tucked in the zippered hidden leg pocket on my SP jeans, that's important.) andI aint tryna get booked 2nite. I pause the song and slowly turn around. One cop steps out the passenger side and says, "All right, turn around, handsagainst the wall, this is a routine high-crime area stop-and-frisk." So I say 2 him "What you mean, hands against the wall?! I'm goin home, whyyall gotta draw on me? Yall go head sumwhere, don't yall got a murder 2 solve or sumthin?" He gives me a look and says "Listen, we havereasonable suspicion you are involved in criminal activity and under the stop-and-frisk law, this gives us the right 2 pat you down at our discretion. So handsagainst the wall, BOY (sidenote: we still call *substitutions* that in the 08? Oh aight...)...unless you'd rather discuss this at the precinct..."
Now, me bein me, course I wanted 2 say somethin real fly 2 dude...but with the boys, you gotta pick ya battles. So I give him a look, turn around, put my handson the wall and issue a silent prayer 2 Jesus, Allah, Jehovah, Budda, Aikman, and ne otha available deities that they only check the reg pockets. I can feel myheart beatin as he approaches...he gets behind me and says "You know how 2 do this, you know this aint your 1st time bein searched, spreadem..."(Hideo...it was nowhere near as
It just piss me off that cops think they can do whateva the hell they want cuz of that nut **@ badge...the worst part is, dude was only maybe 5'5"andfrailish (I'm 6'4 and solid) so I know if some reg dude woulda tried some $#!+ like that, ida prolly punched him in the face so hard his head wouldaflipped back like one of them transformin Power Ranger toys from back in the day...but he was a pig, so I couldn't do a twatdamn thing...I hate the cops,man...I was just glad I had my still had cheeba 2 go home and enjoy (and the freedom 2 do so)...
