Run

What the fuck is wrong with you

I can't see through the shit you do

I turn my back and you come in my house

and try to snatch my baby

You really want to go to war? Fine!

push you back on your own land mines

blackbirds with your frickin' hand signs

tomahawk to your goddamn eyes

blowin' up ribs and spines

I'm behind enemy lines

hittin' Drams with some fine as wines

while your whole fuckin' family cries

Is this what we teach our children

don't turn the other cheek just kill them

hey little Johnny, no one loves you

these are the lies that make the children

Run

what am I supposed to do?

how am I supposed to feel?

this can't be real, I'll

Run

all I want to do is kill

no time to chill

I guess it's ill, I got to

Run

when the smoke is gone

I'm comin' for your ass

and now it's your turn to

Run

my love of mine has turned to hate

and you and yours now I'm away

I don't give a damn about your cause of cut

and arms are breakin', jaws stay out of my duck

I'm drunk, my chunk veer over the ear

Twenty blocks from the crib oh no

wife front the corner too hell no

go head punk walk slow

so I catch up to your elbow

to the back of your head blood flies

don't care for government lies

just stepped on the wrong foot bitch

open up wide eat a dick

Is this what we teach our children

don't turn the other cheek just kill them

hey little Johnny, no one loves you

these are the lies that make the children

Run

what am I supposed to do?

how am I supposed to feel?

this can't be real, I'll

Run

all I want to do is kill

no time to chill

I guess it's ill, I got to

Run

when the smoke is gone

I'm comin' for your ass

and now it's your turn to

Run

my love of mine has turned to hate

and you and yours now I'm away

We have foot and hell could lie

you gonna chose your side or will hide

The rude word is the word ignorance

is ignore which is a verb

and basically ignorance is a choice

the way we treat each other on this earth

we've chosen not to see is unusual

but man I'm tellin' you

it's brutal and inexcusable

Run, Run, Run, Run

Is this what we teach our children

don't turn the other cheek just kill them

hey little Johnny, no one loves you

these are the lies that make the children