To Us
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
Copyright © Sam Perkins | Year Posted 2018
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