Graves 33 - Kleptomaniac lyrics

[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 balls, 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**en 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**in 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 pa**...