When I Did Not Thank GOD for Hip Hop

So when I was in Philadelphia riding down Tampa Street to next Main Street. One year before or on Labor Day. My friend and I were going through a debate on where to go when he suggested that I double park because he had to blow his nose. While stopped and Philadelphia officer cut on his lights and with partner continue to search the car. I asked him a question with my driver’s license clean and car insurance update and he pulled his gun. Cursed me where ever then hand cuffed me as he then went to take my keys out the ignition and search the car.

At the end of a long day and night of wrong doings, in comes a sergeant or different form of officer to ask or force a right to consent. He never mentioned he would be going into court and lying about everything that took place even him being there at the beginning to make their case stick. While being drove into holding all the cops could play was whatever the latest rap radio station was playing at the time. The irony drove me crazy, them laughing at my career drove me insane, the noise was ridiculous, and the fact that I never made it to the studio as I intended. Defiantly made I not thankful for Hip Hop and it was not the first or the last. This is after a week’s retrospect of previous Blog. Know any good lawyers?  I have some. And the music MySpace lawyer ended up not being the friend I thought he would be. Maybe I’ll Blog about unreal online friends next.

Did not win that day and its cost me almost a full four years after a year plus of a sentencing process.

3-4 years ago….Jupiter the JIZ Spinsun220@yahoo.com