Stuck

[complexity]

going slow-smo-king weed, riding down the street
now all I need, is that surround sound beat
the po-po leave, which is pro-vokin-speed
I get the lead, then they surround around me
throw-the-keys, at these wanna be's
the heats, underneath the front seat
before I breathe, I was told-ta-freeze
cant you see, its one hundred degrees
i mean geeze, am i allowed-to-sneeze
just ease, n let the crowd-thru-please
I plead! to the police, who indeed
are to obese, to reach for a piece
wheres the lease, to this beast
I speak deep, in a shaky speech
I creap, my hand unneath the seat
go to sleep! I clam as the gatz released
its jammed! damn, thats weak
like memphis bleak, f*** BLEEP***

Part Two coming soon