Run!

Running away from you can be my downfall I can't escape these withdrawals Oh, Who still has control I'll head back home It's the young black Michael Jackson African at heart my teachers made the drop the accent I ain't used to have a passion Until I heard my teacher tell me that I ain't shit Maybe he was right cuz I ain't staining up the pavement Man the south is getting hella dirty, I get home at 7:30 Watch out for the FBI the songs I write explain a story they don't wanna hear me say I ain't worth a dime until I'm balling in the NBA I ain't king James but I harden when I'm through the gate Gotta keep a layer of the armor on me anyways My 12 gauge is on heavy spray I'm paranoid for heaven sake I'm paralyzed I need a break a pair of lies I give or take though oftentimes they do relate Whats ya purpose And what's your drive I ain't sure we watching we ain't, on the same vibe What we doing And what's your goal I can't see my future but, I know I know Running away from you can be my downfall I can't escape these withdrawals Oh, Who still has control I'll head back home It's the young black Michael Jackson They call me smooth criminal my death the final action I don't even need a casket I Rest In Peace alone my brothers never blink to blast it keep your blinker on this right turn gon leave yo windows cracking Don't let em catch you lacking Don't be a happy father Don't be a jolly captain Don't quit with all that yapping I'm hungry I been fasting i'm hanged on what you asking I'm colder by the minute my heart is native Alaskan, See this more than music, this more than raps this is more than therapeutic The worst feeling is to realize you had a Judas Or a Brutus stab you in the back and leave you clueless man i'm sick and tired of choosing Whats ya purpose And what's your drive I ain't sure we watching we ain't, on the same vibe What we doing And what's your goal I can't see my future but, I know I know