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letra de the getaway - curly fry: the kamikaze kid

the 12 are on our case
check the doors dresser drawers are best for barricades
but they’ll find others ways into the place
might brake the window pane
or divert the water and come up the sewer drain
rapid fire spitting bullets the shooter sprayn’
we not playing no resp-wns like when you lose a game
so grab a nine show em who is trained
keep your head covered they aim for the brain
we can’t run away but we can’t stay sitting ducks
the nailed up boards can’t take much more let’s hurry up
we can’t afford to lose time if they rush the door
i say we run it on the count of four
1 2 3 4 then we start dashing
surprised we made it out look at each other laughing
but we look back it looks bad we see lights flashing
they peak out the windows weapons ready for attacking

we ran that cr-p like laps in track
apon looking we assess how much time we have
their driving trash they’re awhile back
we lack stamina so we hot wired an old caddilack take off fast

it’s the
get a
way
run fast enough and see another day

its the
get a
way
when it goes down survival is the game

it’s the
get a
way
run fast enough and see another day

its the
get a
way
when it goes down survival is the game

we cross the state border lines
but police watch like mordor eyes
we refill the gas we on quarters dimes
we only eat fast food we don’t have enough to order fries
then red and blue was lighting up the spot
we were caught
spotted by a cop who said prepare to shoot your shot
we didn’t drive alot til we were found in the parking lot
me and my bro were in shock then we cooked back our glocks

32 bangs and 32 flashes rang out among the vicinity
smoke clears 7 cops lay dead to meet the holy trinity
it was over we start to celebrate the victory
he dabs me up my hand was red with blood i heard the worst thing in history
i’m hit gimme a minute please i say hey bro we free
hey said i guess we are you know it g
he stared to the clouds and closed his eyes in peace
i looked up at the cop who shot him and returned the heat

wiped out my peice and sent him 16
they hit the wall behind him and knock him off his feet
he falls back hits his skull off the street
i look down in regret the violence needs to cease

i walk away from the crime scene shook
unable to shake the faces of the lives that were took
unable to look i though the gun in a brook
covered the place in gasoline and got my match book

flames consume the the building hides the k!llings and the dead
only took seconds before the fire spread
the sky was painted orange yellow and red
so many full of lead i walk on and hang my head
in my mind i can’t find the reason why
this happened i can’t see it like i’m blind
his image burned in my eyes
its always fun til someone dies
let’s rewind

we were just walking around the spot like we always did
then we heard alarms going off so we ran for it
you see they don’t who they catch as long as someone’s caught
they said we look suspect but we ain’t giving up yet so they started taking shots

board ourselves up the old abandoned warehouse
supposed to be gone but the city ain’t got the cash to tear down
we sit waiting for sirens silent we scared now
we don’t know how long it was but none of us dare count

this brings us back to the start of my tale
you don’t need to commit a crime to go to jail
or be executed this is where humanity failed
now the body is lifeless and pale

death by ignorance is it really bliss?
assumptions lead to meeting deaths kiss
you run the risk weather you like to admit
your 1 misjudgement away from being lifeless

- curly fry the kamikaze kid

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