| Runaway… runaway slave
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| Runaway… runaway slave
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| Runaway… runaway slave
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| Runaway… runaway slave
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| Runaway… runaway slave
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| Runaway… runaway slave
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| Runaway… runaway slave
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| Runaway… runaway slave
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| Livin' in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats
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| Dogs with the rabies, little babies are having babies
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| Juveniles act wild
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| Every footstep you take, on every corner there’s a crack vial
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| Pushers, dealers, crackheads are buying
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| Now the dealer’s in jail, all the crackheads are dying
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| My man got AIDS, he was hit hard
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| To get laid, he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
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| In the ghetto this stuff you have to find
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| A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine
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| 'Cause I’m aware of all evil and devilishment
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| Because I’m living in a rat like settlement
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| Sometimes it’s hard to manage
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| I grab a forty take a sip and let the mental do the damage
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| Yeah I’m woozy and my eyes are red
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| But it’s better than an Uzi and a brotherman is dead
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| See nine out of ten are black on black crimes
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| Four out of nine were killed before their prime
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| The other five wanted vengeance
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| So now five out of five are doin' a jail sentence
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| Ask the Giant I’ve been through it
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| So when I reach to the top, I say the ghetto made me do it
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| And I know how to strive, huh
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| Born and raised in the ghetto so you know I can survive
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| Chapter two of every black man’s diary
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| Drugs and diseases put in our society
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| Kill another brother and it’s bravery
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| Come on that’s one step backwards into mental slavery
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| Yeah you best believe that’s reality
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| You got black on black then there’s police brutality
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| Yeah it’s bad but what makes it sad
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| Is that I’m being harassed by a black man with a badge
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| He’s sellin' out because he’s two-faced
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| But you only got one race, you only got a nigga’s face
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| He’s sellin' out because times is hard
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| And old ladies are gettin' robbed 'cause I can’t find a job
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| Fight to the top, and the other man’ll drop
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| And gettin' treated like savages will stop
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| You got the right plan, but goin' about it the wrong way
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| Divided is the long way, united is the strong way
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| Too many died for us to take a pause
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| So let’s all get ours, and stop tryin' to get yours
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| Walk a straight path, but it’s so easy to stumble
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| So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle
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| Get your chance to sell drugs, you don’t pass up
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| But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck
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| It’s a damn shame, you’re deaf, dumb and blind
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| Did it ever cross your mind you’re killin' off your own kind?
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| And pretty soon even you will be a goner
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| Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner
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| Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough
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| You’re physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough
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| We shall overcome with no doubt
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| The runaway slave is sayin' peace and I’m out
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| We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| I gotta get away, I gotta do it now
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| Or find a better way, so how that sound?
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| Let’s runaway, let’s escape
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| Let’s runaway, let’s escape
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| Let’s runaway, let’s escape
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| Let’s runaway, let’s escape
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| Let’s runaway, let’s escape
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| Let’s runaway, let’s escape
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| Let’s runaway, let’s escape |