Cadillac

Sitting In My Father In Law’s Yellow Cadillac Spinners On The AM Stacys Match The Stetson Hat How Midwest Is That? Our Wives Are Inside Of The Cub Shopping For Grub How Soon 10:30 On A Sunday Night Becomes Noon With The Police Cruiser Spotlight Driver Put Your Hands Out The Window And Walk Back Toward The Sound Of My Voice Real Slow Fresh Out The Mosque Suits And Ties Are Sharp Coordinated With The Paisley On The Sock They Laid Us On Our Faces In The Cold Snowy Parking Lot Pops Said Be Quiet And Do Not Get Shot Mad Deep At The Scene Screaming All Crazy In Our Ears As Loud As Can Be Seemed Likе A Lot For Just Daddy And Me My Back Became A Cushion For Thеir Fat Ass Knees Eight Degrees With The Pavement On My Cheek They Relieved My Pockets Of My Wallet And My Keys Big Gang Of Strangers That I Still Can’t See Are Squeezing Every Inch Of My Body They Could Reach Where The Fuck Are The Guns Is What They’re All Shouting We Held Our Tongues It’s Like Yall Got Em They Searched The Car From Top To Bottom Under The Hood And The Tires On The Ground Crawling Sweet God Please Do Not Let These Women Walk Outside Of This Shop They Don’t Need The Scene Or The Shock We Don’t Need Them Screaming While These Demons Got Their Heaters On Cock Long Before Cameras On The Cell Phone They Could Just Blast Black Men And Go The Hell Home No BLM In Those Days Just A Lot Of PE BDP And NWA Needless To Say They Didn’t Find No Contraband So They Finally Cut The Zipties Off Our Hands Seemed Like A Good Time To Ask The Guys With Badges Why'd You Snatch Us Out The Ride Like That? Just Answering a Call Two Black Men In A Cadillac That’s Yall Wait, What? Loading Straps Is What They Thought They Saw To Rob The Bank Branch That’s Inside Of The Store Simple Misunderstanding Is All They Put Us Back In The Car And Drove Their Ass Off My Ice Cold Mask Got Soft And I Almost Cried Cause We Almost Died I’m Looking At The People Outside Like Which One Of Y'all Called The Police And Lied But Pops Never Lost His Demeanor He’s Mad Cause He Just Got His Suit Out The Cleaners I Watched Him Cut The Radio Back On And Got His Finger Snap On To Some Old Man Song 'Im Trembling In My Seat Now He’s Singing Off Key Loud Tryna Calm Me Down He’s Wild He Got Me To Laugh Our Wives Are Finally Back With All Of Them Bags We Loaded The Car He Shot Me A Glance That Said Don’t Worry Them It’s Probably Best How Many Nights Does He Have Like This? That Are Just Buried In His Memory’s Abyss They Called Me Last Week And Told Me That RIP Pops Died Of A Heart Attack