C.O.

I'm sure you'd love to picture me kissing your ass I'm sick of being tempted every instance we clash I'm no victim, you see a "nigga" but I'm more than that fact I've endured these indoors, and your ignorance trying to hinder my path I won't flinch, from ego hits and pride collision whiplash sick of the tension suspended in every minute tickin' my temperature integers inchin' you don't get it, you getting me mad I don't get you, you here for my benefit but ridicule, riddle me that I won't gift and bid you attention just cause they give you a badge you don't give my khaki's no slack, so I rather give you my back incidents aren't incidental timing is never coincidental you don't mind, you know the mind of the man you bumping into even if change has taken place and there's a goal I'm trying to get to you launch your position right in the middle but I'm at fault if I bump into you, typical... continued indifferent issues if you let them get you off your tempo and use your past against you walking away isn't that simple no blows to your pride are gentle every slight you absorbing isn't dormant, it's destroying your mental I rather be treated like doormen, seen but walked passed and ignored therefore I can get to where I'm going without you being an obstacle to avoid C.O. should stand for Correctional Obstacles or Correction Optional, NOT Correctional Officer though they sound and act like Correctional Auctioners let me do my time, you do your job, I shouldn't have to correct officers so when you see me, come Correct Offofyours or leave Corrected Offofme