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