Sam Roy

Run

Sam Roy

Run little Black boy, run. To be on the team, you’ve got to work twice as hard. Chew up the competition and spit out the bar. This is your only real door to being a star. You have to run little Black boy. Run

Run little Black boy, run. Your crush is chasing, but you mustn’t give way Her playful shriek is your favorite song, but You don’t need lavender germs from the cute girl today. Run quick little Black boy, run.

Run little Black boy, run. Hitting your brother will get you the belt again. The wrinkled cowhide on your backside Leaves welts of love even though it feels like sin. You gotta run little Black boy, run.

Run young Black boy, run. You don’t need to fight; it’s not who you are anymore. You can prove yourself otherwise, just get in your car. The last place your masculinity needs to be seen Is on Worldstar. So, run young Black boy, run.

Run young Black man, run. Not for you, but for your platoon. You swore this troop he’d come home soon.

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So don’t let him become the sand you shake Out of your boots later. You need to run, young Black man, run.

Don’t run young Black man, whatever you do. You don’t want any trouble, you’re only passing through. Your legs must be tired but you gotta Raise your hands up high. So stop running, young Black man. This can’t be your last night alive.

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