Running

I Was only three but I can still see, my momma's beautiful face but then depression hit like mace

We were livin on the south side and every minute she'd tell me to hide

Cuz cops were lookin for her man I was so young my hair tangled up like fur.

She took off running and running I saw gangs gunning and gunning and it ain't funny funny funny

With no food in my tummy tummy mommy

Why'd you take off running?