Runaway... runaway slave (8X)
Verse One: A.G.
Livin in the slums with the bums the rats and the stray cats
Dogs with the rabies little babies are having babies
Juveniles act wild
Every footstep you take on every corner there's a crack vial
Pushers dealers crackheads are buying
Now the dealer's in jail all the crackheads are dying
My man got AIDS he was hit hard
To get laid he paid a crackhead for a five dollar quick job
In the ghettoes this stuff you have to find
A beer will relax my mind but I still pack my nine
Cause I'm aware of all evil and devilishment
Because I'm living in a rat like settlement
Sometimes it's hard to manage
I grab a forty take a sip and let the mental do the damage
Yeah I'm woozy and my eyes are red
But it's better than a uzi and a brotherman is dead
See nine out of ten are black on black crimes
Four out of nine were killed before their prime
The other five wanted vengeance
So now five out of five are doin a jail sentence
Ask the Giant I've been through it
So when I reach to the top, I say the ghetto made me do it
And I know how to strive, huh
Born and raised in the ghetto so you know I can survive
Chorus:Runaway... runaway slave (8X in background)
I gotta getaway, I gotta do it now
or find a better way, so how that sound (both lines repeat 4X)
Verse Two: A.G.
Chapter two, of every black man's diary
Drugs and diseases, put in our society
Kill another brother and it's bravery
Come on that's one step backwards into mental slavery
Yeah you best believe that's reality
You got black on black then there's police brutality
Yeah it's
