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Slow wailing of the sirens |
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In the distance I gather the courage to gather my things |
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The clocks ticking |
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Grab a backpack see what will fit in |
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Cuz im sitting on a bunch of dirty shit and I can't flush it |
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Main tractop clamshelled |
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Grab a few gs and usb keys from the spam well |
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Swiftly picking through the inventory |
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In my fifth story apartment building at five in the morning |
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Beat it down the wet metal stairs |
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Of this rickety fire escape with my bag full of warez |
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Make my hi tops skywalk and i land on the sidewalk |
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Glance over my shoulder as i sprint to the station |
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And I dont have a clue which agency might be chasing me |
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I just hit the road when i thought they were tracing me |
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Logging packets from an unknown source |
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Now I'm running through this obstacle course |
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Signature whipping of helicopter blades spinning |
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Quickly close on my location the information is good |
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Probably pass on paranoia or just call it coincidence |
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But this incident in particular got me feeling different |
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Cause its obvious pursuit is in play - |
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Every noise i hear converging on me trying to conclude my day |
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A spotlight from the heavens confirming this is a raid |
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And these agents of the state are trying to take me away |
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"Halt - sir! stop where you are |
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Dont even try resisting you won't get very far |
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Please yield in your tracks dont make it worse than it already is |
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Kneel and put your hands on your head!" |
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I could listen - or I could race more intensely |
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Is my stamina sufficient? Can my lawyers defend me? |
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I don't even know to what extent the charges might be |
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But they gotta be signficant they sent in the calvary |
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I'm dashing fast - while I'm weighing these options |
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Either way that I decide I must proceed with some caution |
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Because often people in my place catch a bullet |
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From a trigger happy cop whos just itching to pull it |
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And I ain't got an armory no glory in dying |
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Luckily not up for murder so no need to be hiding |
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How many years are even possible for popping my crimewave? |
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I'm just another villain with a pulse and a sine wave |
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Stop moving - lock my hands to my neck |
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Drop my bag to my side let my shins hit the deck |
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Resigned to my fate guess I will face the music |
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Reflecting on my past and then how to get through this |
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Wondering who could've been judas - I was careful enough |
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Now I'm totally surrounded and I'm put into cuffs |
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Shoved in back of a black suburban |
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My future nebulous and uncertain |
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Uncertain |
