Atmosphere: Less one

Less one, just might lose breathRead me, my right's I've leftLess one, just might lose breathA routine stop, that's what he called itRegistration, glovebox, license, walletThere's blood on the drivers face and neckSo his police senses suspects it's a domesticThe girl looked like she took one to the eyeWith his hand on the gun he says 'drop the keys outside'Naturally the gentlemen asked them 'Why? 'Now the gun's coming out the holster, that's his replyPassenger seat starts to screamLike she ain't ever seen the same thing on the TV screen'Mam - shut your motherfucking mouthAnd sir - may I suggest that you unbuckle and get out'Door opens, left leg touched downWithin a split second upper torso was on the groundLike god damn, you could've snapped his spinePigs knee to the back, hog-tied by the swineGirlfriend's tryna hold back tearsAnd the driver's on the concrete yelling and swearingOfficer got a little bit lost in the zoneIt all took him back to childhood, home sweet homeDoesn't understand the reasoning for being lenientAnd won't give you the chance for anything but obedianceHe got that from his drunk old manHeavy-fisted bag of piss used to throw those handsThat's why he never goes easy on kidsHe's got his own kids now, he knows exactly how it isNow last week he caught his son smoking speedSo if you meet you might catch a couple broken teethSometimes it can get so intenseProfiling the type that likes to put dick up in his princessIt used to be hippy's, then it was black dudesNow she only fools around with loosers, with tattoosWell fuck em all, get on the ground dirt ballAnd sing hymns for the sins that protect and serve ya'llPeace disturbed, eat that curveOr you're looking down the barrel of steel made of nervesPuts his life into his work and work back into lifeSo wife thinks he's a jerkAin't no tellin what them boots might doIf she leaves him for someone that looks like you