I'm Buried Alive - My Luck Has Not Finally Arrived

I quit the peloton anyway, and traded my World Refugee Empowerment ID Card
for a lock-pick set and a .22 with phone and became a cheap, petty,
slimeball, hoodlum worm -- robbing and cheating and lying and stealing
anything from anybody, anytime and doing anything scummy for a buck and
always in and out of jail.
I hung out with people even slimier than me, and I was always preaching to
them about how they should stop being such scum and go straight and get away
from crime and drugs and prison and this slimeball life.