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Runaway… runaway slave

Runaway… runaway slave

Runaway… runaway slave

Runaway… runaway slave

Runaway… runaway slave

Runaway… runaway slave

Runaway… runaway slave

Runaway… runaway slave

Livin' in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats

Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies

Juveniles act wild

Every footstep you take, on every corner there’s a crack vial

Pushers, dealers, crackheads are buying

Now the dealer’s in jail, all the crackheads are dying

My man got AIDS, he was hit hard

To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job

In the ghetto this stuff you have to find

A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine

'Cause I’m aware of all evil and devilishment

Because I’m living in a rat like settlement

Sometimes it’s hard to manage

I grab a forty take a sip and let the mental do the damage

Yeah I’m woozy and my eyes are red

But it’s better than an Uzi and a brotherman is dead

See nine out of ten are black on black crimes

Four out of nine were killed before their prime

The other five wanted vengeance

So now five out of five are doin' a jail sentence

Ask the Giant I’ve been through it

So when I reach to the top, I say the ghetto made me do it

And I know how to strive, huh

Born and raised in the ghetto so you know I can survive

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

Chapter two of every black man’s diary

Drugs and diseases put in our society

Kill another brother and it’s bravery

Come on that’s one step backwards into mental slavery

Yeah you best believe that’s reality

You got black on black then there’s police brutality

Yeah it’s bad but what makes it sad

Is that I’m being harassed by a black man with a badge

He’s sellin' out because he’s two-faced

But you only got one race, you only got a nigga’s face

He’s sellin' out because times is hard

And old ladies are gettin' robbed 'cause I can’t find a job

Fight to the top, and the other man’ll drop

And gettin' treated like savages will stop

You got the right plan, but goin' about it the wrong way

Divided is the long way, united is the strong way

Too many died for us to take a pause

So let’s all get ours, and stop tryin' to get yours

Walk a straight path, but it’s so easy to stumble

So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle

Get your chance to sell drugs, you don’t pass up

But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck

It’s a damn shame, you’re deaf, dumb and blind

Did it ever cross your mind you’re killin' off your own kind?

And pretty soon even you will be a goner

Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner

Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough

You’re physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough

We shall overcome with no doubt

The runaway slave is sayin' peace and I’m out

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

I gotta get away, I gotta do it now

Or find a better way, so how that sound?

Let’s runaway, let’s escape

Let’s runaway, let’s escape

Let’s runaway, let’s escape

Let’s runaway, let’s escape

Let’s runaway, let’s escape

Let’s runaway, let’s escape

Let’s runaway, let’s escape