Got my bags packed, man I can't be sticking around here no more Naw son, I gotta keep it moving I'm outta here
Walking down the street, I met this young cat He asked me for one rap I told him I could do that He knew that I had the skill to build and paint a picture or a portrait So I thought it Manifested a mural, he said I'm thorough He pulled around, people were attracted to the scene So they stepped in to talk about their visions and dreams It's not often enough you see a group of black men outside chilling Refining their ideas and building The cops saw us from afar Thought we were a gang threat Next thing, there's badges and guns A brother tried to run, made it worse Said this shit just like he'd rehearsed
"Next one of ya'll to move is gonna win a free Hearst"
I'm in shock now, couldn't watch my people get locked down Said some smart shit, "Oh you really wanna start shit?" Face down on the concrete my physique Anger's at a pique, had to lay like I was asleep Got frisked head to toe They're looking for the dro Had some money on me and they robbed me for my dough At this point I'm willin' I couldn't stay silent They hit me with the gun like I'm the one who was violent Taught me why this type of day is coming for the young black male Guess who spent the night in jail?
Son, I'm never knowing where these days'll take me I'm nervous, my life has been crazy lately Livin' in fear ain't livin' at all So I got my bags packed and I'm out y'all
Girl, I'm never knowing where these days'll take me I'm nervous, my life has been crazy lately Livin' in fear ain't livin' at all So I got my bags packed and I'm out y'all
It's time to hit the road I'm 'bout to go on tour I got a taxi coming at four, I'm standing at my door Impatient, sick of waiting Hating the situation I'm sweating, pacing Wanting to knock the driver's face in He arrived thus and avoided my wrath Throw the bags in the trunk fast, lean on the gas Let's jet, best bet, take the highway Damn, now there's a traffic jam ruining my day Hit the exit, time to dip through the slums Where the blood runs thick and there's evidence society's sick Slick how they freed us just to keep us lower than low There's some places where the cops won't go And the buildings were boarded up in bombed out shells How on earth? The church's offering a rebirth For what it's worth We're chilling at a stoplight Broad daylight I guess these brothers do whatever they like Cause they stepped to the driver hard, making demands See a taxi carries cash that means there's money in hand And the green means eating meat and greens with your fam' Try to stall and talk it out you know those pistols'll *blam* The driver panicked Jittering and acting frantic I told him "Play it cool or they'll remove you from the planet" I shouldn't have spoke He turned around and they fired a round Point blank, the cat is done, man downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
