Runaway Slave Lyrics
| Song | Runaway Slave |
| Artist | Show & A.G. |
| Album | Runaway Slave |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : A.G., AG, Showbiz | |
| 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 bad but what makes it sad | |
| Is that I'm being harassed by a black man with a badge | |
| He's sellin out because he's two-faced | |
| But you only got one race, you only got a nigga's face | |
| He's sellin out because times is hard | |
| And old ladies are gettin robbed cause | |
| I can't find a job | |
| Fight to the top, and the other man'll drop and gettin treated like savages will stop | |
| You got the right plan, but goin about it the wrong way | |
| Divided is the long way united is the strong way | |
| Too many died for us to take a pause | |
| So let's all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours | |
| Walk a straight path, but it's so easy to stumble | |
| So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle | |
| Get your chance to sell drugs, you don't pass up | |
| But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck | |
| It's a damn shame, you're deaf dumb and blind | |
| Did it ever cross your mind, you're killin off your own kind | |
| And pretty soon even you will be a goner | |
| Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner | |
| Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough | |
| You're physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough | |
| We shall overcome with no doubt | |
| The runaway slave is sayin peace and | |
| I'm out Chorus | |
| I gotta getaway, | |
| I gotta do it now or find a better way, so how that sound (2X) "Let's runaway, let's escape" (7X) |
| zuo qu : A. G., AG, Showbiz | |
| 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 bad but what makes it sad | |
| Is that I' m being harassed by a black man with a badge | |
| He' s sellin out because he' s twofaced | |
| But you only got one race, you only got a nigga' s face | |
| He' s sellin out because times is hard | |
| And old ladies are gettin robbed cause | |
| I can' t find a job | |
| Fight to the top, and the other man' ll drop and gettin treated like savages will stop | |
| You got the right plan, but goin about it the wrong way | |
| Divided is the long way united is the strong way | |
| Too many died for us to take a pause | |
| So let' s all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours | |
| Walk a straight path, but it' s so easy to stumble | |
| So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle | |
| Get your chance to sell drugs, you don' t pass up | |
| But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck | |
| It' s a damn shame, you' re deaf dumb and blind | |
| Did it ever cross your mind, you' re killin off your own kind | |
| And pretty soon even you will be a goner | |
| Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner | |
| Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough | |
| You' re physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough | |
| We shall overcome with no doubt | |
| The runaway slave is sayin peace and | |
| I' m out Chorus | |
| I gotta getaway, | |
| I gotta do it now or find a better way, so how that sound 2X " Let' s runaway, let' s escape" 7X |
| zuò qǔ : A. G., AG, Showbiz | |
| 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 bad but what makes it sad | |
| Is that I' m being harassed by a black man with a badge | |
| He' s sellin out because he' s twofaced | |
| But you only got one race, you only got a nigga' s face | |
| He' s sellin out because times is hard | |
| And old ladies are gettin robbed cause | |
| I can' t find a job | |
| Fight to the top, and the other man' ll drop and gettin treated like savages will stop | |
| You got the right plan, but goin about it the wrong way | |
| Divided is the long way united is the strong way | |
| Too many died for us to take a pause | |
| So let' s all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours | |
| Walk a straight path, but it' s so easy to stumble | |
| So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle | |
| Get your chance to sell drugs, you don' t pass up | |
| But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck | |
| It' s a damn shame, you' re deaf dumb and blind | |
| Did it ever cross your mind, you' re killin off your own kind | |
| And pretty soon even you will be a goner | |
| Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner | |
| Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough | |
| You' re physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough | |
| We shall overcome with no doubt | |
| The runaway slave is sayin peace and | |
| I' m out Chorus | |
| I gotta getaway, | |
| I gotta do it now or find a better way, so how that sound 2X " Let' s runaway, let' s escape" 7X |
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