Imagine a slave trying to outrun their master

On days when it’s good they’re free

On days when it’s bad, it’s very bad

You get extra punishment for trying to escape

Even your friends are scared and they don’t come to your aid

But even on the worst days, it’s progress

And I’d choose the worst days over the best days as a servant

This is what they don’t want me to be proud of

This journey of zig zagging escape

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