Night Terror - YTCracker

Slow wailing of the sirens

In the distance I gather the courage to gather my things

The clocks ticking

Grab a backpack see what will fit in

Cuz I’m sitting on a bunch of dirty shit and I can’t flush it

Main tractop clamshelled

Grab a few G’s and USB keys from the spam well

Swiftly picking through the inventory

In my fifth story apartment building at five in the morning

Beat it down the wet metal stairs

Of this rickety fire escape with my bag full of warez

Make my high-tops skywalk and I land on the sidewalk

Glance over my shoulder as I sprint to the station

And I don’t have a clue which agency might be chasing me

I just hit the road when I thought they were tracing me

Logging packets from an unknown source

Now I’m running through this obstacle course

Signature whipping of helicopter blades spinning

Quickly close on my location the information is good

Probably pass on paranoia or just call it coincidence

But this incident in particular got me feeling different

Cause its obvious pursuit is in play —

Every noise I hear converging on me trying to conclude my day

A spotlight from the heavens confirming this is a raid

And these agents of the state are trying to take me away

«Halt — sir!

stop where you are

Don’t even try resisting you won’t get very far

Please yield in your tracks dont make it worse than it already is

Kneel and put your hands on your head!»

I could listen — or I could race more intensely

Is my stamina sufficient?

Can my lawyers defend me?

I don’t even know to what extent the charges might be

But they gotta be signficant they sent in the calvary

I’m dashing fast — while I’m weighing these options

Either way that I decide I must proceed with some caution

Because often people in my place catch a bullet

From a trigger happy cop whos just itching to pull it

And I ain’t got an armory no glory in dying

Luckily not up for murder so no need to be hiding

How many years are even possible for popping my crimewave?

I’m just another villain with a pulse and a sine wave

Stop moving — lock my hands to my neck

Drop my bag to my side let my shins hit the deck

Resigned to my fate guess I will face the music

Reflecting on my past and then how to get through this

Wondering who could’ve been judas — I was careful enough

Now I’m totally surrounded and I’m put into cuffs

Shoved in back of a black suburban

My future nebulous and uncertain

Uncertain