CRIME

Runnin from the cops

Handcuffs

Shakey stops.

‘I'm not crazy

This can all be justified...

Depending on your way of life.

Every now and then

Another friend dies.

And we might shake our heads

But no one cries.

Ain’t got no time

For damp eyes.

The cops will come again

And if we get popped

Again

We'll just have to wait

Till we get out again

To try again.

For some it won't

Ever end.

For some it's like

An evil twin.

But still 2 worlds apart.

And rotten from the start.

For some

It can be described as

A form of art.

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