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