routine traffic stop (Br33zy x Stonecool)

he stopped me dead in my tracks along the animal path the footprints of predators and prey a mashed portrait of primitive dance i shoulda known he would recognize me by my scent by the smoky floral Gaga perfume I scrimped and saved all summer long to get putting scoops in cones putting miles in the rearview between me and innocence at first i thought the shine from his badge was a heavensent light from above but the dull chrome of his service revolver brought me back down to earth. and then put me in the dirt. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, feet deep) when love is the law when passion’s the crime when a bandit heart breaks in n pulls off the greatest of heists who is my jury? who dare preside over the trial of the century? i plead not guilty do you know why i pulled you over miss? gee, mr officer, could it maybe have something to do with these your taillight’s out, that is a shame maybe we could settle this like two consenting wild beasts caged in the backseat once I knew what role I played on which stage was easier to accept myself my sad fate writ large in permanent ink set me free from having to think blissfully ignorant blissfully ignorant like Adam & Eve in the garden of eden except nothing like that cause where we grew up there’s no fruit bearing trees no serpent cock tease
s there’s just you, then me then this void where a soul should be when love is the law when passion’s the crime when a bandit heart breaks in and pulls off the greatest of heists who is my jury? who dare preside over the trial of the century? i plead not guilty to the crime of being not guilty. i'll feed the barren pines. i'll feed the evil in these woods i'll feed my love to the emptiness i'll feed my story to the printing presses time is always on the side of the ones that history leaves behind.