Still running from the pain I endure everday
Close to the freight train to getaway
But it seems like deaths wants me to take a cheap way
Out wither **** tokin' liquor chuggin or gat smokin'
Out my mentalities in a paradox called reality which be
Really a fantasy hard to be a man in this society especially
If you in the category of the Brown or Black ethnicity
Labelled public enemy
against the powers that be in this society
This beat just running from.a brother
but soon I'll catched up
My intellectual knockin' but who is it?
Is it God the devils or my inner spirit
Tryna clear or steer me Into a another direction
Or is it a lesson my thoughts travel faster than a  blast of a Smith N Wesson
Another target entered in ****
I'm headed to another dimension


But I'm just dreamin' ....**** I'm runnin'


Playin' with Pandoras box
You bound to get knocked
Look how many celebrities got shot?
Masters gone to rot hard to really trot
Who's being true enemies look like me and you
Everyday somebody sells out to get a bail out
But I'll never cop out
Left hands pact with the devils
Many rebels
Was destined for early graves
Prophecy lays
Made for darker days once the sun rays
Beamin' my skin cells to fight the hell
Sittin' on my brain madness all again
Seems like no matter
If I escape the pain it finds it's way back like a boomerang
Or better yet a shadow everywhere I go
Its seem more of the  people go
Is it really a ball of confusion?
Temptations still cruisin'
Maybe I'm a double stunt man
Losin' oxygen conscious blurry cuz of all this runnin' ...



Still runnin...