NYPD pt 2

So, white cop passes me off to Mr. 21 questions and the pale face. White cop proceeds to search my car. Pale face reminds me to keep my ass on the trunck (she said it nice, but I'm still kind of tight... I maintain). Entepro still quizing me on how does he get a job in courts and says I'm crazy for leaving family with all the overtime, and I tell him its not all about the money... I teach. He asks me where and I tell him. He looks surprised. He looks even more surprised after he asks me what I was about to do tonight, that I said I was on my way to a poetry spot. Like, in his eyes, I could see the 'wow, we pulled over a smart nigga' type look. I'm really pissed now, becuase I can't believe I'm entertaining this shit. White cop is threw in the car, tells me to go sit in the seat. I sit, and the chair is all off the fucking track, like this guy was really looking for some shit. I'm highly upset now. The enteprnegro then comes up to the window with a fucking goofy ass smile asking "you haven't ever been arrested, have you?" I shake my head no... he says "good" and walks back to the conference at my bumper. I look in the rear view, white cop is getting back in the unmarked and the entepronegro brings me back my ids. "Take it easy" he says. And politicions wonder why we don't get down with the nypd... but I thank God, because ... this could have went way left. pray for me that I keep right.

NYPD

So, I just got pulled over. Three cops. One short, white motherfucker, one entepro-negro brother (explain later) and one pale face chick (he could have been spanish, but does it really matter?). So, I've got the rainbow coalition of the force pulling me over in an un-marked... I stop. They get out and start to circle the car with their flashlights, palms on the butt of their glocks. White cop initiates the convo and asks me for my l & r. Asks me to turn off my car too. proceeds to tell me to turn off my radio. Gets an attitude because I had it on while he was giving me orders. Entepro-nigga comes around t the drivers side, sees the plaque, and asks for my job id. The three go to conference now at my bumper. White cop comes back and proceeds to tell me how my whip looks stolen. I tell him I brought it looking like this. He informs me my licence plate is hanging. I tell him I tried to fix it. He then points out the screwdriver. I tell him it keeps my window up. Entepro-nigga laughs. White cop leans in close, tells me, if u got anything in the car, that shouldn't be there, u should tell me now. I look at him like, u can't be serious. White cop opens my door, helps me out of the car, tells me to put my hands on top of the car and proceeds to frisk me. I'm a little perturbed now, being that I had all the documents for my car, I gave up two ids and they see my plaque... the White cop then asks me if I know that they were not going to give me a ticket "we don't do that". In other words, if I find anything out of the way wrong, we are going to lock u up tonight. I stop talking because he's getting a little rough with the search... like he's upset he's not finding anything. Now, entepro starts yapping... asking me about court officers and how much they get paid and what tests should he take if he wanted to do something like that and what's the difference between the court officers that stand outside and the ones on the mags and the ones in the courtroom. When white cop is finish searching me, (to be continued)