Intro

It was a dark night and the mood was set,
The waves crashed, the sea was turbulent.
The water was wild, but the night was balmy,
Soft and mild, nice and lovely.
In the dark my army groped our way,
Felt our way to the road, we don’t know the way.
We had bread, water and a few other staples,
Not those bent metal things, but basic things.
We were clad and dressed in black hats and vests,
I looked the best, ‘cause my mesh shorts were fresh.
We looked way up at the citadel,
The strong castle upon the hill.
It belonged to one R.J. Blake,
While the town starved, he dined on steaks.
While we were working hard to feed our children,
He was throwing fancy parties with Paris Hilton.
This dude was a tycoon, I mean, he made
More money off business than Bill Gates.
He had more revenue than Mickey D’s,
A bigger income stream than the Mississippi.

We’re coming up…

I don’t want to vilify Blake, speak evil of him,
But when the kids on the block see him, they start running.
Some think the rich deserve to be rich,
But to me that’s a fallacy, a false belief.
‘Cause this guy put the "I" in the word the team,
It was up to us to step in and intervene.
We moved shadow to shadow up to his mansion,
Then crept through the window, like Robin and Batman.
We collected his jewelry, robbed and plundered,
To give to the poor who faced daily hunger.
Carefully, gently and gingerly,
We grabbed his silverware, Xbox and TVs.
But then I heard a voice: "You’ll rue this day!
You’ll soon regret it, but never forget it.
"I’m very old, but you can’t come in here, yo,
And start eating my cereal, my Cheerios.
This money here? You haven’t earned a penny!
You’re surrounded by my army of mercenaries."
What can I say? They had us arrested, holmes,
Now I live in a prison that Blake partially owns.
What do you think? Am I a thug and a thief?
Or a Robin Hood, who just couldn’t dodge the police?

We’re coming up…