Runaway... runaway slave (8X)
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Verse One: A.G.
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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 ghettoes 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 a 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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Chorus:Runaway... runaway slave (8X in background)
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I gotta getaway, I gotta do it now
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or find a better way, so how that sound (both lines repeat 4X)
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Verse Two: A.G.
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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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Chorus
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I gotta getaway, I gotta do it now
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or find a better way, so how that sound (2X)
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"Let's runaway, let's escape" (7X)
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Runaway Slave
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Showbiz & A.G. |