Boy, I wish this one made sense.

It's been a while since my last battle was won.
It's been just as long since i started to run.
But I can't stop or I'll get caught,
I wouldn't stop even if i could
They have my rap sheet, full of spoiled heists
my plans gone awry four fold, and those are mine.
from the first and my hesitation to get my pay;
to the second when I didn't take down the ungaurded watch.
I should have learned for the third, when let my accomplace steal the glory;
but it was the fourth that put me away, when i failed to pull the trigger to save.
When you're locked behind bars it's hard to see the sun,
the thrill of the hold up, to the stress of the getaway;
Luxuries I won't get to feel for some years.
It cost me my life but I lived for the most fun;
and i'll do my time, because i stopped when i should have ran.
What will i do the next time i see life?
I'm sure i lost my touch, i don't think there's any money to claim.
But i see new light, but now i cannot take.
I'll be there in some years, when you have money to take
but now i write 20, and play the game of wait.
Because I cannot act now, because we'd be broke all the same.