Lynyrd Skynyrd blasting in the back seat

Thundering down the highway at 95

Those motherfuckers can’t again cheat 

Not as long as I’m alive

The thought of them taking the win

Is something I will not accept

Won’t disappear into history’s dustbin

Must fulfill the promise I have kept

But the terror in my gut begins to rise

As a State Trooper pulls me to the shoulder

This cop looked me straight in the eye

Told me “I had a car like yours, a little older.”

After that ticket, he told me to slow down

And then I drove back home

When I finally got home, my whole self felt like frown

I sat down, and opened my old tome

And I read, and I wept

And I deradicalized, and I kept

The promise I made to my only son

I’ll be with him until the job is done

And then I grew old

And saw him grow up

And to him I sold

The very car, decades ago, I decided to start up.