What Running Has Done For Me
I recognize they spot my back I undeniably do
Running keeps you in shape, when you’re stressing run, and my watch signals time to escape
When the handgun is fired you dash off leaving the opposition thinking what is he up to
Say goodbye leaving them high and dry my back spells FORSAKE, yet they stare at me with rage like I’ve made a mistake
What to do, untie my shoelaces, are you anticipating on an undo, or anticipating on a screw-up for you to try to outdo
For the sake of a snake, what do you hate, what’s the motive to be fake
Over a plain pair of twins my running shoes
That’s been gruelingly traveling nature even uncommon icky lakes
I can dip into your conscious picturing you with a hatchet waving for my shoes, but you calculated clumsily slashing both my ankles saying,” Timber.”
(Piles of Saliva Blew)
Your grin of achievement you acting as if you accomplished so much striking your chest like an irate ape
I get right back up, lace them back up, my ankles are as exceptionally as new
You jump up in a cold sweat in disbelief nagging your dreams for a remake
Was in arms reach of me but I flew, can’t grab me out of your hair like lice and shampoo, the loser mentality is a severe flu
Running through each state has my opposition on skates, I can notice the pearly gold gates and in my eyes view it’s straight
My spirit is renew, something bout me withdrew, and my feet is like whereto
What running has done for me is added a great deal of hate on my plate, have me up for debate, and beyond all this negativity I remain with a similar understanding that running is great.
- Loverboi
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