'You Better Run' Poem by Andrew Boyer

you buggared me out, from when i was young
you kept pushin me down till the world wasnt fun
and the lies you told, were clever ones
but now im a man, and you better run.

kept taking from me, you had more than enough
and those who complained, you put em in cuffs
If i had the chance, if I had a gun
id start a war, mr you better run

so smile for the camera, and dust off your suit
but come into my house, and you bet that I'll shoot
hey i'm on a mission, wont quit till i'm done
its my country too mr. you better run.

i'll snap off these chains, that you put on me
is it so wrong to wanna be free?
gather'd my friends, the war has begun
a piece of advice mr. you better run.

you killed of my home, left us in the rain
you only care, about your campaign.
jesus wont help you, youre a hipocrite son,
now that im angry, mr you better run

so now the bloods soakin, my own sweaty shirt,
got you in the head, i hoped that it hurt.
I bet you felt sorry, when that bullet stung
hey i wasnt playin, you shoulda run.