Shit. The run.
Now you’re doing it,
running in that good shit!
Like country went to nice rap,
like you feel
on your wheel,
as he
sings “guess who’s back”
She raps: “get down on my track”.
You run
and no you aint got a gun,
says beloved Cobain,
rest in our 90’s pain.
We went from bad shit to happy light
remember that; right?
No you do not
but we do, it was hot.
Hot in heart
creating your very start.
Relaxing to the music that is gone
did you think it is on?
No, that good shit was the only one.
Abcde f u. And your mom and your sister and your friends…
F u is the main words, as the song ends…
Oh, in the small river, is a duck
sweet like fuck.
Is it real?
Can it feel
if you run along now?
And how?
Oh my god,
are you proud?
You know, that nature
and the mature.
You are in 2022’s
running in your own shoes.
Looking at the sky
falling as you laugh of it
in that 22 shit,
and you never ask why.
Does it smell like teen spirit, my dear?
Are you really here?
Or in the screen sky?
…why?
Kid, let’s go to the fields and dance,
take it, child, take the chance,
to rap in free air
being right here.
We all fucked up, you see
like the duck hiding behind the three
in the water on the right,
underneath heavens blue light.
Yeah, you’re doing it
walking in that good shit.
And you can beatbox, my child,
with the right to be wild.
You can rap, you can sing and dance
see them colours, take every chance…
…given to you
all the tunnel throught.
Because it all is about that
reason to wear the hat.
But don’t hide, don’t let them take it from you now.
Future and past is illusion anyhow.
But you make me proud
just breathing loud.
Do your shit
do it
my child!
Live your seconds and go wild 🤘
