R Runnin---
r RUNNIN---
Barefoot and tattered to the floor;
shackles don't fit anymore;
They run without a body;
Legs wit out feet where are the toes;
Nobody knows...
Running...
Malicious malware in their head;
electromagnetic fusions dead;
All this running what's left;
Brain cells dead;
They have fled;
My body runnin wit out it's head;
shackles don't fit anymore;
They run without a body;
Nobody knows... cause my mind just...
Runnin
2/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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