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RED LIGHT

 

Red light I don’t give shit I break through

I pass it over, I pass it over

 

When I come to the traffic light and there’s no people in sight

I just push myself ahead and I cross to the other side

Oh shit, fuck me, the police man I didn’t see

Now with the biggest smile on his face he wants me to pay the fee

 

“Excuse me Sir, are you blind? The light you passed was red,

now many troubles you might find because you think you are bad”~

No Mr.Police, the problem here is not this

I am not bad and I am not blind and so for sure it is not my mind

 

Now the rule of the traffic light is to cross roads without killing~

Driving in peace is what I like and I surely appreciate the meaning

No Mr. Bofia I didn’t kill anybody

So I did break the rule but I didn’t break its meaning