Marathons

It took 8 years to write this

you oughta know what I went through

If there’s a use

You act in vain

like always

you never cared about the truth

There ain’t no use

(You keep running, you keep running, you keep running)

Keep running, keep running, keep running

Where the prophet?

Was it worth it?

To have made all those lies?

Did it kill you

To admit

That you ain’t

Knew what good that shit was?

You ain’t neva

You ain’t neva knew how even good that shit was

Bet you’re sorry now

That you lost

It’s a game

What a bust

You don’t know how good you had it, oh you don’t

You don’t you don’t you don’t

(You don’t even know the half of it)

Oh

How’d you get me so down

Keep running, keep running, keep running