Chasing rabbits through a burned-out field.
Boca Chowdhury in the early morning sun.
Dodging tractors in their blades of steel.
Gotta keep them on the run.
Mama sits in the car and watches us run.
The sister thinks she’s fast as me, but I’ve killed killed
player on high school
night am a big
Saturday cane.
Chasing nine bombs.
sits in watches us
But finally I’ll be the fastest one
will run free.
don’t like to them, if either then be
one-horse town.
**** in the dark.
Chasing rabbits the sets down.
of
In this land of Lord, I’m happy