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Run run run frm ya demons run run run its duck season 
Run run run frm da wizard run run run frm da blizzard 
Da lizard king skin ripper
Run frm ya visions 
Run run run frm division 
Redrum reflection in da bedroom mirror
Spectrum of light identified by its victim
Run run run frm da listeners da eave droppin neighbours 
Da busy body witness
Real love exists whn u live n let live so run run run frm da pigs 
Run frm da system run we cant beat dem run we wont join dem n run frm ya weakness n b strong n keep up sme decent attitudes
Development n strategy n b free 2 value ya habits or lest a life searchin 
In dark I found passion 
In light I found purpose 
Run frm da flames of an internal circuit 
Return once agen whn da games reoccurrin n I turn c myself submergin 
Tell myself quick go run 2 da surface run run run 4 re emergence 
Run run run frm da furnace run run run frm da thermal infernal heat blazin fire loose fru ya circle 
Run frm da normals run frm da vultures run frm ya city run frm ya culture
Run frm da dungeons n police wit der truncheon 
Run frm da local loco sprocket swingin numchucks 
Run frm da cheaters n punks n da thiefs or bring an iron fist 4 dose ones u dont flee 
Run frm religion run frm da sacrilege 
Rum 4 da pirate da Caribbean canonist 
Run frm ya governments engagement wit tyranny 
Run frm connection like breakfast at Tiffanis  
Run frm da cold weather guy fawkes 2 April 
Run frm da Mays n dose trumps wishin fatal
I run frm dat hate labialisin us 
Run frm da same state stabilisin da rich 4 da wealth gain like da poor disabled dont exist 
Run frm da social
Jus a name on da homeless list 
Jusa jusa jusa name jus another so called Dick 
Tom n Harry takin trust like a Trojan gift 
My stories jus another poem told by a vocalist whos been der so run 
Run run frm da trustin run frm trustworthy
Run frm da trusted run frm da drug thirsty 
Run frm misjudges run from discomfort n run frm injustice 
Run frm da sum41 now im 32 in da sun drunk pukin up in a porta loo 
Run cos its quarter to 
Late 4 my funeral f**k I might jus take my time enjoyin all dats beautiful 
Drunk on a usual
Slumped in a cubicle
Crusty lookin fool wit his mud routed cuticles  
Run 4 da football in boozers n other sports
Run 4 da Guinness book n look cool like somersaults 
My thoughts wander as I wonder what Im runnin 4 its like Im hunted cos Im wanted 4 da chalk under juggernauts
I walk freely fru da middle of a thunder storm safely escapin as I ponder what Im runnin frm
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