police officers
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I see people everyday in New York.
Each and everyone one of them has a story.
Business suits rushing to get to a meeting.
Construction workers drilling away.
Cross guards whistling away.
Heart Beating A Mile A Second
What Did I Do?
I Was Going In The Limit Range
Did I Cross Someone Over?
Or Uncorrectly Switched A Lane?
Get Yourself Together
Cant Let Them See You Bothered
She's had such a long day
Everytime she closes her eyes
she sees the daughnting
lights of the squad car.
She's haunted by the
ghosts of her past.
She shakes in fear
Who comes to help you,when you are dying?Who comes to help you,when theres a fire?Who comes to help you,when your on the highway and bust a tire?
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view
Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
