it's late at night, snuck outa the house
picked up the boys for a late night roam
gonna cruise around on the downtown scene
gonna make some noise cause I'm nearly 18
peacing through the hoods at 50 an hour
screaming at the world cause you know I'm on fire
bodies hanging out windows, raising teenage hell
the cars full of smoke I got a blunt in my hand
roll through a stop sign and heart stops beating
cop watch is off, we forgot about those tricksters
no one's on lookout for the dreaded flashing blue,
yet there it is reflecting in the rear view
hands on the wheel start shaking and sweating
that black and white panther's snatched me up
like a predator in his home jungle
the 5 OH'll getcha every single time
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A contest entry
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