Alaan - April 3rd

About to tell y'all about some shit
That happened to me April third
I woke up on the verge
Trap was slow I was disturbed
My babygirl had called me
I answered like what's the word
She told me that she miss me
And want to see what she heard
Because I been talking horny
Long distance kind of hurt
Fast forward packed my bags
Couple shorts but same shirt
I had packed a couple zips
But took it out I felt a nerve
Since I already had blicky
Wasn't trying to make it worse
Never leave the house without it
Since these niggas want to lurk
Since I got it I ain't scared
So I never go to church
On the road I'm playing Jaheim
Put that woman first
Then started playing four side heem
I ain't forget a verse
Rolled me up a couple doobies
Know them be the best blunts
About to
Be there in a jiffy
I ain't even eat lunch
I seen a trooper in the cut
I'm like he trying to catch something
Speed limit sixty five so I'm going sixty one
Got up on me with his lights
And pulled me over for my tints
Told me that they was illegals
And he can't even see in
Next thing you know I'm out the car
For lots of marijuana stints
And yeah I knew that I was dirty
So I never did tip
Standing there thinking in my head
I'm glad I ain't extend the clip
And I'm glad I'm by myself
Ain't got to worry about a snitch
And this shit wouldn't have happened
If I didn't chase a bitch
Anyways they found my strap
And told me freeze before they hit
Told me shit could've went left
And in a way I wish it did but why wish
Got booked
The cuffs bruising up my wrist
My bail thirty five k
Need thirty five hundred
Know my men be working on it
So I might as well sit
No toilet paper couldn't even take a shit
This white man came up
To my cell and I ain't trip
Seen I wasn't doing well
Ain't eat my fish
Then asked me what I'm in here for
And said this
You was driving while black
I know you pissed
Wrote down a phone number
Said don't let it rip
Told me just because he white
Don't mean he can't help black men
They named Miranda rights
After a white bitch
That's why they treat us
Like we be some misfits
Make the rules just so they could break it
It seem like everybody hate us
Should've named all of us Chris
Say we done showed them how to cook
For them to take our shrimp and grits
Say we the reason
Why they really found they niche
Why you think
They always saying no offense
Because they watched over that shit
Before the ship
I chucked my deuces
Daryl chucked them thangs back
Right before I bailed out
He told me never come back
Got to court I'm ji nervous
I don't know what to expect
I was facing sixteen
Felt a nuse around my neck
Couldn't find no evidence
They dropped the felony I'm back
I probably get put on probation
But what type of shit is that
Think I needed this
Because in a way been feeling ji lax
Had to get this out my pores
Some shit hard to hold back

Written by:
Jonathan Bell

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