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In my early wake I feel a shake,  
It’s a police officer,  
He demands to know my name,  
He orders me to show ID to him,  
He is not friendly,  
He has a very stern and mean look upon his face,  
And in my mind I am wondering what has just taken place,  
He speaks with a loud and demanding voice,  
“stand up, hands on the hood,” he orders, 
“legs out,” 
as I obey his commands,  
I remain calm,  
he frisks me from waist to feet, 
“where’s the drugs” 
and I am thinking 
what drugs 
I ask politely,  
“officer, may I inquire as to what drugs,” 
“all street people use drugs,” 
As I wonder in deep thought, 
On this ordeal that I have just encountered,  
In the street,  
It’s do or die, 
In the street, it’s all for me and none for you, 
In the street,  
It’s my way or no way, 
In the street corruption rules,  
And in the mind of our men and women who keep  
Peace and order,  
The streets can have a powerful effect upon them.