Run These Streets

I'm gonna run these streets

You're gonna curse the air I breathe

'Coz I'm gonna run

But you're the one who's gonna flee

I'm gonna run these streets

I'm gonna give you the count to three

'Coz I'm gonna run

But you're the one who's gonna flee

My old man was made of copper

And my mother was the daughter of an ink-less author

My mouth is dry but I don't drink water

So I run to the tune of the devils laughter

My feet may be burning

But it's better than them going cold

'Coz in my grave I'll be turning

If I die not chasing my soul

Run these streets

Gonna curse the air I breathe

I'm gonna run

But you're the one who's gonna flee

Run these streets

I'm gonna give you the count to three

I'm gonna run

But you're the one who's gonna flee