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letra de the thieves - s-ra

the thieves – s-r-a

(taking the bank by storm, it’s a new bug, a d-mn worm
here we go, it’s a hacker, better activate the d-mn tracker)

[verse 1]
i still remember the day that i found the man
living off of begging, he calls his home a garbage can
i tried to help him but more i tried to it seems
the more that he rots, the more he breaks at the seams
he told me about his life story and how he ended up here
how his life took a turn for the worse, and for me to steer clear
i listened intently, listening to not be rude
what he told me was pretty h-lla prude

[pre-hook]
i’ve come to the conclusion, and the fact
that most teens think life ain’t worth cr-p
you haven’t even lived your full live yet
and you’ve done some stupid stuff, i’ll bet
times of grief and hardships
times of joy and relationships
that stuff doesn’t need to be rushed
and you sure as h-ll don’t need l-st
moral of the story is, don’t live your life too fast
don’t leave those life lessons in the past
you’ve got so much time you can borrow
and remember kid, there’s always tomorrow

[verse 2]
he told me this advice as i turned away
but also told me about his life back in the day
i found out he hadn’t always been like this, i recall
it turns out he was a master thief, always on the ball
now he’s starting to wave, he’s done with this story
i left and smiled, he might as well live in his glory

[hook]
turn and catch it all, that’s the motto they live by
what’s yours is what’s mine, that’s my mantra we get by
take it all, leave nothing but the dust
maybe if we’re careful they’ll even bite it too
we don’t live for the fame, instead we prefer the shadows
don’t turn around, because it’ll only make you madder
taking things from you, from your fathers, cause
we are the thieves, we live for easy fodder

[verse 3]
i asked my father if he had ever heard about a famous thief like that
he told me he could not remember memory of it, only that
he recalled there was a time when there was a master heist, it was grey and black
but i got the meaning, it was onto the attack
i asked everyone i knew who fit the age range, despite being turned down, sometimes in rage
i soon figured out why it was kept a secret
the banks be paying to keep it a meek crit
sure it was critical, but don’t pay it no heed, they said
we’re going bankrupt, but keep your money with us, they said
no one believed them, ideas were thrown by the m-sses
it was so long ago everyone thought it was the fascists
n-z-s infiltrating your economy, we said?
nah, just a depression, they fed
it was proving to be a long hunt, and after a while i felt obliged to return to the old c-nt
i showed him what i found, some of it i went out of my way for
he asked how i found that, this was not info given door-to-door
i asked some of his buddies that i found, it was a good day
where are my buddies, he said?
oh, over there in the grave mound
he sobbed, tears hitting the pavement as i watched
“i ended up here because my heist was botched…”

[verse 4]
30 years ago this man was a powerhouse of invisibility
no one could see him, that’s how great his ability
making millions off the banks, no one knew who it was
until one of his buddies ratted him out because
he wanted a share of his fortune and he declined
so the little snitch said he’ll put you in a bind
hey, looks out it turned out to be true
he served 20 years in the best state prison
“it was h-ll, and constant supervision”
while he told me his story, i felt sympathy for him
and for the life of me i don’t think he committed a sin
he was born poor, lived rich, died poor
i watched as he had a heart attack
don’t call 911, he said
i want to die, -ack
those were his last words, and i wrote a rap
i dedicate this to him, this goes out to zach
the best thief in the world, living in a shack
no one could have figured out that he would do that, it’s the ultimate cover
and what he told me reminisces me back to my lovers

[verse 5]
i get on with life without the old man
i went to him every day ‘fore he went bam
he taught me how to live life, how to not follow in his path
and that’s all he told me before he had his heart attack
i don’t really care about the dares that people give me, it’s unfair
but they don’t share my feelings, we’re not carebears
but we’ll make it through cause i bare my mind from such lairs
and over 75 years the man had a good life
lived in a garbage can for the last five i
miss him like a father, it was so much a bother
he respected my wishes, and i respected his
so for the last few months i’ve been living by his creed
even though what he taught me isn’t a need
i stand taller, a grand baller, ready to fall
at the call of a waller, because i’m a new man
and the muscles on my shoulders strech my collar (yeah)
so i’m spry, not going to die, jumping off buildings cause i’m fly
see ubisoft taught me something good, so i don my hood, looking like an -ss-ssin
stealing because i’m a thief, and living the life of all three

- s ra

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