It’s like

Every time I exit my door

I step into a psychological thrilla

it’s like

A twisted game of cat and mouse

power walkin

always looking over my shoulda

it’s like

three thousand once hunned & eightyone kilograms of silent terra

comin atcha

you only hear it when it’s too late

it’s like

playing reverse freeze tag

cuz you want it to catch ya

and when it doesnt

you feel like you’re gonna die

cuz in this world of sore thighs and corned feet

no one wants to miss the bus


Am i wrong?...Am i?..And the church said

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