Run!

Current affairs

Ice cold drum.

Pack heat, pack some pace.

Shadows always carve out space for sun.

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Wipe your grin.

 

Feeling dumb and bummed.

A master of none?

I won't hold my tongue.

What mind and state?

Drunk off coke and rum.

I ran at pace cause f**k a wait.

From the equator I ran to outer space.

 

I understand the cattle won't

 

The weather's rather unusual.

I'll zen and roam.

A look of stone, I hold my own.

It's vast and real across a loner's coast.

I'll snatch the shield off my opponent's coat.

The war rages, I'll fight till numb.

A system old, gagged and dumb.

Heart's cold,

Couldn't twiddle thumbs.

Yelling at anyone brown,

Yo - Rabbit, run!