On the Lamb
Am I wrong to think I have nothing to lose
To face the law is not a choice that I would choose
These lawyers go for lunch and bargain us
With this here lamb of mine, my freedom's not discussed
I'm on the lamb; there's no reprieve or moving up
I'm on the lamb until they put me in the cuffs
This isn't really what it seems
My end has justified my means
Both society and I have had enough
Some weird emotion, worse than rage
You get each time they lock the cage
That's what I'm trying not to feel as I run
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2021
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