Robert, The Outlaw, Pt. 1

The year was an -89
We had eyes on Robert for so long
We had a hunch about
His suspicious acts
But we never knew
What he was capable of
He was a filthy erratic
And cruel by nature
Lived on a streets
Chaotic teenager
And through his misery
He chose the way he was living in

Abandoned by his parents
He built the hatred within
He was hanging from the ladder
Society wouldn't help him
He started by robbing the gas stations
And soon he was hungry for more
His thirst for chaos
Grew over the nations
Oh Robert, what have you done

The plunder continued from town to town
Leaving behind mischief and mayhem
His lunacy creeped out
As he realized there is no turning back
By introducing fire and gasoline
He put those stations up in flames
And a precious loot on his backseat
He started a getaway from the police
But too fast on a wrong lane
Oh shit!

Hardly a scratch
He somehow survived the crash
Now He is off the hook
Escaping by a foot

Robert: "Hear the echo of a sirens
They are calling my name
I'm losing my mind
Losing my freedom
Sooner or later
They are going to get me
And put me in the jail
To rot in a prison cell"

Another rainy day
Another sleepless night
I am hiding alone
From the law
But there must be a way
Another way

We know you are there
You have to surrender!

Robert was found in a nearby forest
Given up in a front of the law
He accepted his wistful destiny
Would have never believed
That this poor boy
Put a whole city up in flames
Up in flames
'Cause He had burning desire
For causing chaos and anarchy
His inner flame wild and untamed
His restless soul can now find a harmony
Oh so peaceful harmony

But Robert wasn't that stupid

In a heat of a moment
He hided his loot
Buried it deep in to the ground
Just before the arrest
He knows, time is running out
Freedom is at stake
And In his masterplan
He took advantage of
Corrupted law enforcement
He said: "Let the money talk!"
And walked away