The psychic don't know the future.

Dippin' out the jeep creepin' on the street cop rolls up causing grief. One of ours has a rep as a theft. The cop pulls the warrant, homie behind me was like a torrent, started pullin out and poppin through out hit the cop in the shoulder threw him back like a raging boulder. Adrenaline pumping, dumping all energy into the synergy of this fight or flight. It's now or neva' what happens next is foreva. Running in a panic knowing nothing is static. We all planed out the route that we took in case the boys in blue started to chew on our few.  At the end of the route yellin about, knowing the situations severity, feeling nothing but absolute clarity in the now. Homies got busted they are no longer are trusted , won't look at them now.