Feet beating against the pavement Heart beating against my chest Chased and killed for the color of his skin In peace may he rest
How dare you. All he did was live, and you thought you could take away that right. How fucking dare you. All he did was run down the street, and then you had to fight. You shot him.
How dare you? How could you? For every ounce of hate pounding through your bloodstream, there are thousands of people's feet pounding against the road as we run. We run with Maud.