Me, you, and a couple of my friends are on my back porch, just smoking cigars and talking 'bout nothing. I put thr cigar inbetween my lips and inhale the smoke. Marijuana is smelt throughout the air and we're just having a good time. I blow the smoke away from you, because I don't want you to get any smoke in your lungs or in your system.

After about an hour, I hear some loud ass bang. I don't know what it is, so I stand up and walk into my house. On my wall are all my plaques that went gold or platinum. As soon as I walk to the front, the whole door is busted open and lime 15 SWAT officers come into my house, guns raised. My eyes widen and they shout at me to get on the ground. I raise my hands and say.

"I didn't do an-"

"GET ON THE GROUND, NOW."

They scream out and I get on the ground, hands behind my back and my stomach laid on the floor. Some cops go onto the back porch to look for stuff, and they put me in handcuffs. I turn my head and see you staring at me in horror and fear. I mouth, "I'll be okay. Make sure my mama's okay." And with that, they take me down the steps and into a SWAT car.

Once we get to the police station, they take me into an interrogation and sit me down, one hand chained to a metal bar.

"Can I ask what this is about?"