Flight
Plant your toes in the cool swamp mud.
Step and leave no track.
Hurry, sweating runner!
The hounds are at your back.
No I didn't touch her
White flesh ain't for me.
Hurry! Black boy, hurry!
They'll swing you to a tree.
Step and leave no track.
Hurry, sweating runner!
The hounds are at your back.
No I didn't touch her
White flesh ain't for me.
Hurry! Black boy, hurry!
They'll swing you to a tree.
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