D.U.I.
4:00
No, not me
Cop pulls me over
asks me where I been
and I deliver a line so sweet, you'd think I
just got through baking one of Mrs. Smith's
apple pies
-But he ain't biting
Driver's license
formality
No need for tracers
he knows where I am
Left breast pocket
notebook
behind
no
in front
nothing
Give him the notebook
Drivers license
notebook
driver's license
-It's in my jeans
dig it out
flip through the rubber banded flats of plastic
feel the heat of the tracer
give him the license
like a bus transfer that I'll be using
here on out
-busted
He should have taken my notebook
instead of the transfer
'cause that's who I am
and where I'm going
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