Not Guilty By Reason of Good Cardio
Oh God, I've been running through the street
Made the choice of the thief
And now I never feel peace
Maybe its too late and if i got nothing to eat, what's a little more beef?
What's it matter now to me?
It didn't matter that they caught me red handed
Full sprint, full sprint
No hesitation for a bandit
Red lights, blue lights, voices yelling
I can manage
Flashlights on my back make shadow
I won't panic
The tree line is my liberty
Each flight, a flight from custody
A chance to get away
My feet were running when they landed
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