Run rabbit run, the rabbit had gun, two clips and no sense of justice. Justice is something you complicate at the beginning of the run but I have been running for some time. I can rhyme injustice and when it becomes poetry, it changed me.
I changed us, seeped into our bones and blunted our blood vessels to the point where our blood can barely flow for fairness. We dont need equal we need equity.
My nostrils are flaring with a belly filled with kerosene and I am the city is ready to ignite. So there is only one last piece of advice.
Run Dammit Run