why you look so nervous son?
why you staring at my gun?
don't make any sudden moves
don't give me a reason to...
don't wanna hear your fucking lip
you ought to learn some discipline
you disrespectful little shit
you need a fucking attitude
adjustment
just sit
on the
while i search under your seats
throw your shit on the concrete
violate your privacy
you're fucking guilty to me
until determined innocent
assert my dominance
in my posture and tone
you have no fucking rights
you're under my control
you have the right to remain
paranoid and afraid

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