Run, run my homie.

  You can’t outrun the legacy of man

      till you’re standing on the far side 

                    of creation,

    standing in creation’s warm hands

  So run, run while you can

      cause the day comes

        when running’s over.

     

       No longer standing, 

     waiting for tomorrow

       Having been a man

           I’ll tell you, 

              and I’ll tell you true

                 do all you can do 

            till tomorrow is today

                     and then, 

You step out into the Creator’s hand