Cars slow down

When they come by me. At first I thought I was being paranoid, but it's been happening for years. I'm beginning to think that I am going to be a victim of a drive by shooting. When I look over it seems like the driver is turning his/her head away from me. I keep my head down. I reach for my keys. This is my only line of defense. When I get home I look out the window to make sure the car is gone. I am Baliwala. I could survive in Compton. That is all.