I was vibin’, wheels aligned,

Sunset gleamin’, lost in time.

GPS say “Turn left soon,”

But my brain was floatin’ to a different tune.

Red light blinkin’, I just slipped,

Like a ghost on ice, I dipped and flipped.

Next thing, sirens sang their song,

And I knew then – somethin’ was wrong.

Officer stern with a voice like steel,

“Mind tellin’ me what’s the deal?”

I smiled like a fool, brain in a blur,

Thought of sayin’, “Aliens made me swerve.”

He ain’t laugh. Not a chuckle. Not a grin.

He wrote like the pen was a violin.

Each stroke, a note, a fine so grand,

I swear I aged three years in that span.

Time froze, mood sank,

Bank account flashin’ low-rank tank.

Lesson learned but too damn late,

Now I’m sittin’ in my own checkmate.

Blue lights, bad timing,

Caught me mid-glide, not rhyming.

No script, just stutters and fear,

A walk of shame in first gear.

Blue lights, too real,

Made my pride spin like a wheel.

Could’ve stopped, should’ve known,

Now I'm cursed with the traffic zone.

Tried to tell him I was late for school,

But he saw through lies like a power tool.

“Save it, son. Just sign the sheet.”

Now I’m Google-mappin’ the courthouse street.

Friends ask, “Bro, what went down?”

I just say, “Man… I ran this town.”

But inside, I’m breakin’ piece by piece,

All for one light I refused to cease.

Blue lights, bad timing,

No more fast lane, no more climbing.

From cool to caught in one small glance,

That’s what you get when you love to dance.