Nightmare On I-95

Followed by an unmarked car, in the dark, flashing red & blue lights  
Causing a heightened sympathetic response of fight or flight  
Wondering if tonight'll be the night that I take my last breath  
Will a misconception of my phone being a weapon cause my death?
 
Will he tell me to step out of my car and get on the pavement?
Will a cell phone recording serve as my last testament?
Will the government abstain from conviction like times before?
As these thoughts circle my brain, I push my pedal to the floor  
 
Choosing to ignore this entity following me down I-95  
Only thought on my mind is how can I stay alive  
Drying my eyes while I try to communicate with my daughter  
Calling to tell her that Daddy loves her before I get slaughtered  
 
Asking GOD to comfort her in the event of my untimely demise  
Telling her to not believe the thieves and their false media lies  
To recognize the guise supplied in the form of propaganda  
Then my eyes opened wide before she could answer  
 
This torture was just a bad dream that seemed all too real
Epigenetics implanted it into my psyche in order to reveal  
How it feels and how it felt to those that were dealt a bad hand  
Encouraging me to use poetry as testimony on life's witness stand