Not Guilty By Reason of Good Cardio

Oh God, I've been running through the street Made the choice of the thief And now I never feel peace Maybe its too late and if i got nothing to eat, what's a little more beef? What's it matter now to me? It didn't matter that they caught me red handed Full sprint, full sprint No hesitation for a bandit Red lights, blue lights, voices yelling I can manage Flashlights on my back make shadow I won't panic The tree line is my liberty Each flight, a flight from custody A chance to get away My feet were running when they landed