I heard you like to walk on the edge of the sun Beckoner of violence Redundancy creeps into the soles of your feet -Always on the run! Your words are of no contribution You give me not what I want, nor what I need So ambiguous are your locutions Shelved matters, unspoken anxieties Stolen moments, unsung complexities -Always on the run! Let me tell you stories untold About a heart that's twofold; it's warm and cold Make way for the innate, this too is predestined -Always on the run! What in the tired feet are you even chasing (or) No sense of time increasingly complacent (yet) Me and my soul click fit tight as your fave (favorite) wig You call it magic well I call it melanated Darker than black, you ruling why you tryinna change it Old as the first spark rhythm makes my folks talk Let me tell you stories untold About a heart that's twofold; it's warm and cold Make way for the innate, this too is predestined