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On The Run
- I look left, I look right
- Nobody in sight, I make a dash
- For the nearest building
- Where I can store my cash for safekeeping
- I hear sirens in the distance so
- I hold my breath, wait for them to pass
- Almost suffocate and I fall on my ass
- Now I gotta use stealth to get past this
- fat ass guard on a rickety cart
- Driving on the grass in the park
- Opposite the garage
- that I wanna Hide out in,
- but it’s not lights out yet
- So I gotta wait it out then, shit
- I’m shivering now, it’s cold out
- Skies covered in clouds, it’s blacked out
- But it’s been raining for a while now
- So everybody’s windows locked down
- I put my hoodie up to protect myself
- From the rain, and forget I still have the knife
- I got off of Dwayne at the train station
- When he got carried away, stabbed
- Three passengers in the same day
- Cops were gonna find out eventually
- I couldn’t risk it, potentially could’ve
- Blown my cover if i left him
- To his business, I wrestled
- The knife away and slit the artery
- In his wrist, he starts to scream shit
- So I make a run for it, now I’m here
- Trying to hide the money we stole
- From the bank a few hours ago
- Cops all out on patrol, I hear a siren go
- I turn around and security’s by the wall
- Shining a torch right into where I was hiding before
- I flatten against the floor, praying he passes
- I’m supposed to be smart
- But if you wanna live large
- Smart ain’t enough
- You gotta dream big
- You gotta talk walk and act big
- To survive in this biz
- Stay alive in this bitch but keep
- Lively until the cops find all your shit
- Know what to expect
- It’s a dangerous game
- I just wanna grow old
- Own a boat, fuck some whores
- Four days a week, some days repeat
- Sunday’s for church, Monday’s for lean
- Tuesday for friends and family
- Security leaves,
- I breathe a sigh of relief
- As I get to my feet, I feel something
- Beneath me, I look down to see
- And find a gold coin glistening
- Bright as can be but for me
- It was a bad thing “ah fuck”
- I look at my surroundings
- The bag came loose and the money
- Came out, it’s all over the place now
- I panic but try keep a straight face
- Meanwhile rains battering down
- My coat soaked, my shoes soaked
- I get a splatter in my hood which
- which got me shook, and it
- fell to the ground, mud is all over
- Me from when I laid down; still though
- Got a mission to do and I can’t fail now
- Cos see I have a vision of a truth
- That I want to be true, not just a dream
- But something real, something
- I can feel I wanna be rich
- And have the world at my fingertips
- To a lot of people they’d hurl if they heard this
- Power corrupts but power is fun
- I don’t give it up, it makes me feel good
- I don’t give a fuck, I gotta hustle though
- Get inside the garage before the cops
- Find me, climb a pipe and jump past
- The electrical box by ledge on the
- Second floor, for a sec I almost fall
- I grab the ledge tighter and I move across
- I’m almost at my goal now
- I think of lockpicking but break a window instead
- I get into the apartment and I walk out
- I walk down, into the garage
- I look in a right state covered in shit
- Earlier I filled my pockets wit
- The gold coins that had slipped
- I reach in now to find em empty
- Fuck, I did all that shit for nothing
- Killed my partner for nothing
- Kidnapped a mans daughter for nothing
- Lit a match that lit a neighbourhood fire
- For nothing, I’m livid and I’m punching
- The wall with my fist, I can feel
- My knuckles crack under the pressure of this
- But let this be a lesson to you kids
- Don’t go doing drugs or robbing banks
- If you wanna get rich
- Lord forgive, lord forget
- For all the sins I commit till I’m dead
- Now and in the future, I’m wired this way
- Living in hell and I’m tired of this place
- I’m supposed to be smart
- But if you wanna live large
- Smart ain’t enough
- You gotta dream big
- You gotta talk walk and act big
- To survive in this biz
- Stay alive in this shit but keep
- Lively until the cops find all your shit
- So your homies think you chill
- Know what to expect
- It’s a dangerous game
- I just wanna grow old
- Own a boat, fuck some whores
- Four days a week, some days repeat
- Sunday’s for church, Monday’s for lean
- Tuesday for friends and family
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