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