3rd Shift

A Poem by ibarfly jones

3rd Shift

Was the beginning of my shift
I was high, feeling gangsta
Drove my unmarked car
To the house for some jamacia
Got myself a dime and head from a hoe
swapped nine and meds for some blow
Amped up from the head
Amped up from the score
I quickly down some meds
as my foot hit the floor
Got a glock on my waist
And stick on my hip
Looking for a little n***a
That I can f**k with
I'm not bullshitting
I found them in a minute
two punks coming out a korean foodmart
It was late as f**k with no moonlight out
It was dark, So I creep up fast
and asked what was in the bag
Said it was bottle water and I said nah
Let me see some ID
to my disgust the first one obliged me
But the other kid was more to my mood
He was moving slow, started getting rude
I couldn't contain my smile as I hit him to the floor
Busted his mouth with my stick
As it hit him in the jaw
The other boy didn't know what to do
So stuck my gun in his face
I said on your stomach
touch your shoe lace

Grabbed the two of them
threw them in the back of the car
Called two of my buddies
said meet me behind the bar
You would have thought we were watching a comedy show
by the sound of the laughter as we stomped the lil hoes

Once we finished we dropped them off
somewhere in fairmount park
Washed the blood out with bleach
And scented the car out with peach
Picked up a couple of bums and took them for a ride
Now the car smells nice not a scent of homicide
Cop life is a b***h, i'll never end up rich,
but it doesn't stop me from having some fun
at the expense of a trick