It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under

A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Cause only God knows what you'll go through
-Grandmaster Flash, "The Message"

so i'm putting gas in someone else's car about to head back to the bean and and this cop pulls up talking about 'where you headed'?

woosah...

so i shrivel my face and say what the hell are you asking me that for? he then says well you not going anywhere because that car's registration is suspended, etc. he then says you have to leave it here and get a ride and be happy that i don't ticket and tow you. so, why is it suspended, we ask as we wave the valid registration that just got renewed in may? oh, that's just a piece of paper. i have it here in my computer system. and without any real proof other than his word, he again says we need to call a ride and he pulls off.

we are in Chelmsford (a good 30+ miles from Boston), having pulled off Route 3 for a quick fuel-up. i don't even know the exit number yo. oh, so you gonna just up and leave like that. what if i didn't have a cell phone?!

but the part that gets me the most is...i was PUMPING GAS!

who the fuq runs plates on a car sitting at the pump. ah yes, but of course, i fit the description. i had the XL orange football jersey, those oh so comfy loose-fit jeans, and an untamed 'fro. why else would you become suspicious enough to do something like that at damn near midnight? i could understand if we were speeding, driving erratically, running consecutive yellow lights, or had a tail light missing. but really though...i'm going to need for you to do a better job of cloaking your bias, homeboy.

and people wonder why Michelle Obama said she was proud of her country for the first time in her adulthood.

so...here's a little something for you to enjoy if you don't have the MP3: NWA-FuQThePolice