In this futuristic city
Conceived with its 10th anniversary on the horizon
The shining sun
Glaring glass
With squeaky shoes and loud slaps
Voices from allies
Family
Guiding me from my ear
And at the crime scene of someone I hold dear
"I'm not like you, running will just make me look guilty." She told me as I make my escape
Shards fly past my hair, flying against the Focus
My vision guiding the way
Through vents, over rooftops, and rolls on landing,
Resistance I'm met with
"HEY! DROP THE BAG AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM! OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!"
Adrenaline pumps through me in a zip line and fist fights
Firearms for defense aren't my strong suit
Useful tools, I'll still utilize
Training through the basics
Flips
And disarms
I'm ran through the ropes, keeping sharp
Then the mystery unfolds of who killed our friend
A family name cleared after revenge is taken
Now my backstory is told
Bringing light to my past
The long-awaited reflection finally being shown
So now that you know me, I say only this to a new member of our family
Take My Hand, Run With Me
While we're both
Still Alive
