Climb into the impala low-rider.
Cruising down the endless road with a blazing lighter.
Lighting the spliff and inhaling the stress.
Letting out the smoke and forgetting all the mess.
Driving on forever, never coming back.
Escaping the world, with no one able to follow your track.
Freedom from everything.
Ride along while feeling like a king.
Itarow Krähe 
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