The Police came looking for me,
They asked around at my old flat,
And called my phone several times.
The guys in my previous flat were intrigued that the cops were asking for me. The mind was racing as I ticked off all the possible reasons why the police would want to talk to me. Hmmm... the list was long but not risky enough to warrant a cop call.
Turns out, they have my old phone which I lost in February and they came to return it to me.
I aint scared a no po po. Call da po po hoe... Call da po po hoe....
