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letra de kleptomaniac - graves 33

[intro]
you never told me that you want it so bad….
that you would steal for it and leave what those had…
inside the dirt and the dust if you love what you have…
i see the envy in the eyes of the gone mad….

[verse 1: graves 33]
you want it so bad but you don’t got the dough so you ﬁgure out a way to get your
hands on the clothes
take the sensor off with wire cutters go you know the goal get the fold the clerk will
never know
we use to hit the ﬁtting room 5 pairs a time
leave with only 3 the other 2 was inside
my foil lined back pack zipper half opened
scoping out the exit security was frozen
in the tracks of an adolescent shop lifting klepto
the words resemblance of racking for the let go, daily
coming up
luck was never running out
mainly in the gut
feeling of the summer sound
i use to run around plundering pillaging
i had to take what i needed i was ill-legit
hooked on paint tags and ﬂossing in the illest ﬁts
belt line the spray cans, heart beats, adrenaline
my habit formed cause i rarely ever had the ends
but that depends, knew better then to steal from friends
just from the corporations, greedy and for what i needed
or what i’m eating when i’m freezing in the winter season
waiting for the bus to pick me up i’m a beg a bones
young melancholy maniac and i’m almost home
with the loot stowed away no remorse is known
modern day robbin hood, and i rob to own
take back what the industry took from me
presidents of companies roll in it for free
i don’t know how to be in this make shift world
take this, blame the search for the stolen perl

[verse 2: graves 33]
i had scams, had the b-lls, had the gall to make it mine
then one day i went to boost shoes at the mall
found a nice set, tried em on, walked out ﬁne
looked behind me and spotted 2 secret shoppers calling
walking, dipped behind a wall peeked out they were talking
point right at me tried to run they were locked in
coming after me no escape cars were parking
whole lot full of witnesses they were hawking
made a spectacle sneakers laced up not often
played me as the crook captain hook dustin hoffman
wallet wore thin cashier waved the cop in
tried to give chase made a scene f-cken awesome
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
tackled me to concrete, pepper sprayed my eyes
knee into the neck hands behind my back
hand cuffed and hog tied, no options left
this could be the end of my freedom and my scenery
the pig that arrested me charging me with thievery
but i won’t go peacefully taking me as prisoner
caught up by the agent posing as a customer
treated like a ragdoll by the 5 – 0
for some shoes that i wanna take home with no dough
can’t go, f-ckin mace face in the back seat
embrace hate for the fate laid now they take me
after thirty minutes burning summer heat failed defeat
so they laugh at the fallen youth put on front street
reenforcing everything i think about the money system
the plot to push me down i’m a poverty stricken victim

[outro]
you never told me that you want it so bad….
that you would steal for it and leave what those had…
inside the dirt and the dust if you love what you have…
some have to steal just for half a meal watch the time p-ss…

- graves 33

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