DWI (DRIVING WHILE INTOXICATED) SCARES FOLKS

Have the type blend that’s like the wind hinder planes
In flight I came to write stealth like B52’s my main
Mission is to drop bombs and stop the dumbs in Hip Hop
On the earth with wisdom but like adverse criticism flip flop
A lots and discourage folks with quotes and even sink boats
Hurt emcees and like dirt and disease be bad for their throats
Best be aware of votes which elect my wrecked rhymes
And direct tech nines in streets so I hustle and collect dimes
And like the graphic plot of a traffic cop I stop at red lights
Just to get my head right and concerned it turned green and bright
Shook and coughed then took off into the night leaving rubber
Like dyes this stuff absorb fibers while I avoid drivers that are lovers
Of alcohol could be trouble for a guy if charged with DWI my brothers
Bold and lost with a hole in my exhaust so I’m exposed to gas
Now busy getting dizzy going to sleep awaken and rose up fast
Flashing candles in my rear view had a beer or two fuck this my ass
Manage to escape but it damage my fate as the police cruiser passed
A hood preacher is like a good teacher ask questions about trouble
But sometimes with dumb rhymes fail to make an impression, doubles
The failure rate as crime become paraphanalia and great call the cops