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I see people everyday in New York. Each and everyone one of them has a story. Business suits rushing to get to a meeting. Construction workers drilling away. Cross guards whistling away.
Heart Beating A Mile A Second What Did I Do? I Was Going In The Limit Range Did I Cross Someone Over? Or Uncorrectly Switched A Lane? Get Yourself Together Cant Let Them See You Bothered
She's had such a long day Everytime she closes her eyes she sees the daughnting lights of the squad car. She's haunted by the ghosts of her past. She shakes in fear
Who comes to help you,when you are dying?Who comes to help you,when theres a fire?Who comes to help you,when your on the highway and bust a tire?
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true