Fugitive

Poison Clan

    Continues after the ad

    [Intro: Luke]
    What you're about to hear is basically on the minds of all young black men.
    The only way they figure they can get out of this run-down society, the
    only way to live, ... they consider theyself as fugitives.

    [Verse 1: JT Money]
    So what? I got a dark complexion and gold teeth
    Is that a reason to call the police?
    On a nigga that's known to be a black sheep
    They wanna throw my ass in the back seat
    But a nigga can't stand it
    The whole system's underhanded; I'm looked at as a bandit
    So I go start a riot, but they gon' have to
    Bust a cap in my ass to keep me quiet
    'Cause I can't be held down
    I'ma fight for my shit so that makes me jail-bound
    Here come the boys in blue to harass me
    But all them punk mah'fuckers can kiss my ass, see
    A nigga ain't scared to do time
    I did it before; it's all in the mind
    But I ain't tryin' to go back
    And I'ma give all these motherfuckers hell, black
    'Cause that's what they gave me
    And ain't one bitch out there who can save me
    But before they take me,
    They gotta catch me. What the fuck that make me?

    Continues after the ad

    A FUGITIVE. [x2]

    [Verse 2: JT Money]
    Here's the truth about my youth and my childhood
    A buck wild and reckless, point blank and wild hood
    Always up to no good, I had big dreams
    Started movin' them thangs at age 16
    Now I'm a young nigga sittin on G's
    Only dealin' with O-Z's and keys
    Every now and then I move a few quarters
    To niggas scowlin' at me, I'm givin' orders
    I never bag or flaunt, 'cause I'm a cool youth
    Thinkin' of a plan that's fool-proof
    Of how to increase my wealth
    Made up my mind, it's time to go for self
    Now here's somethin' that you never seen
    A young nigga run his own shit at age 17
    A year later, I'm greater than the average nigga
    And my operation's still gettin' bigger
    Of course I had to fly a few hits
    Now I got a rep; I'm runnin' from the feds
    Fuck 'em! A nigga just can't win
    They wanna see me rot in the state pen
    Huh. But I can't see it, black!
    And I'ma haul ass like I'm runnin' track
    'Cause I know they gon' fry me
    So I move out of town, change my whole ID
    Better yet, change my look before they seize me
    Or a fool'l recognize me on TV
    But before they can take me,
    They gotta catch me. What the fuck that make me?

    A FUGITIVE. [x3]

    Song details

    Composition: Jeff J.T. Thompkins

    Did you see an error?

    Enviar revisão