up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
just came up missin' man Come on man That don't got nothin' to do with my shit man Come on, go head with that shit Come on man, I'll buy you for more
in the house My nigga DR Nigga the red is for the blood in my arm The black is for the gun in my palm And the green is for the tram that grows natural
for a way out, looking for a line Rob the store, Suzie screams in fright Johnny's on the floor, what a bloody sight. Oh yeah, Runaway, keep on following
Out of the fog into the smog, he walks in, he's ready for victory He walks again by night, ruthlessly, meetin' wit the unknown It's the educated field
like a runaway slave on a Huck Finn raft Take your wife, take your family, take your gun, running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods, looking for
walks Miles away from trustin' someone Far from giving up young blood, cry tough Mean street run There's a hunger inside you Desperate rebel runaway
of blood dribbles down his cheek, And I watch him turn away and leave the cage. My little runaway. In a trap, feel a strap Holding still. Pinned for
choices For those who remain? The sign of the cross On a runaway train This thing has turned into A runaway train This thing has turned into A runaway
of dreams mental purity Fades to the obscene hence the search For another crutch another void fill Another cane to serve as much and We'll mourn for
can keep me from God's love He will take me as I am He's got a thing for runaway lambs And there is mercy in His blood We've got nothing to hide, nothing
go home Time to choose if you're gonna win or lose Better rock hard or go home We feel the rush and we fell the pain Nothing's gonna stop us like a runaway
Wish i was a better man wish i had a better plan for dealing with this what am i to do know? maybe i should runaway maybe i should runaway and never
fuck, for everything to rock You a dead motherfucker 'fore I get got Fools got game floss and drop names My move's faster than a runaway train Fuck the world, don't ask me for
above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks