I'll get back up when you slam me down
When you hit me, I'll make no sound
If you cut me I will bleed
Sympathy isn't what you need
Pull out your gun, I wont let you
Injure these people, you'll never get through
I'm not the red and blue
I thought everyone knew
I'm just an ordinary citizen
You might find in a bargain bin
I'm the diamond in the ruff
And I've had enough
You wont make it out alive
You'll be taking a swan dive
Tackle you down and then comes the struggle
Grab your gun and try not to buckle
Pistol whip you into submission
The cops arrive and find you in the kitchen
Take you to jail and the bond is set
The bond is met and you leave on a jet
Years on the run finally catches you
In those years the karma accrued
Ending in death, you shouldn't have left
All this started with a petty theft
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