This is a song about "Running a mick"

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

While i'm running away screaming fuck you have a nice day.

Like a snow ball running down a hill

As i light one for ill will

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I’m running this bitch, you are just a dog walker