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K-Solo – Fugitive (Acappella)

K-Solo
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исполнитель K-Solo

правообладатель Warner Music Group Rhino Atlantic

жанр Рэп

длительность 00:30

размер 8.48 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено Warner Music Group

Fugitive (Acappella)
00:30
I ran like a rebel, in '85 Cops tried to catch me, cause all of 'em said I Beat up these other men who were bigger than me Was it cause I’m black and they were W-H-I-T-E Here I was walking down the block I seen these two big bikers standing by the biker’s shop They seen it was me so to make theyself feel bigger One got bad, bold, pointed and called me a nigga I stuck my finger up, I said «His mother» and kept stepping His friend told his other friend «Hey Corky let’s get him» I looked to my back, to my surprise One had a chain in his hand and the devil in his eye I said «I'm in trouble, let me think real quick» I looked down at the ground and got this big fat brick With no time to waste I put the brick in my hand And hit the biker til the chain fell out of his hand Then his friend Crowty said «Corky are you alright?» But what he didn’t know was he was in for a fight The right his his jaw, he fell on the floor The kid I hit with the brick before said «Don't hit him any more» I put my brick down, left him on the ground Everything was cool til the cops came around They said «You're under arrest for Assault 2 and 3» I laughed at the cop I said «Explain this to me» He said «You hit the man with a brick and punched another in the jaw And left the scene like nothing happened then they called the law» I laughed in his face, I said «This don’t make sense» It was two against my black ass, this makes it self-defense He tried to grab me, so I pushed him on the floor And ran my black ass home and locked the living room door I did what any black kid would have did But to the cops of Suffolk County, I’m known as a fugitive I had to go to school, I couldn’t be late If I miss another day Miss Cann said I wouldn’t graduate I didn’t go a lot, that didn’t mean I didn’t care I had to come to school more often to try again next year Fuck that, I went to school and I tried You know to hide from the cops to June of '85 I get my diploma and things would be straight Find out my graduation cops came and tried to put me on the gate I ran though, with the diploma that I owned With cops chasing me all the way til I got home I got away again, why, you know what I did? I ran my black ass home and to them I’m still a fugitive Two years went by, me running from the cops My mom looked at my dad, my dad said «Son, this has gotta stop» Dad gave Ma money, she said, «Son, this is for ya» I went to Garden City to go get me a lawyer I went to jail, Monday, I was in jail through Friday When you’re black and you’re in trouble man does your lawyer get paid Then my moms told the judge «My son’s a good child» Then he laughed at my mother and said «Then take us to trial» I told my mom and dad I felt within If we took Suffolk County to court or trial, I know I wouldn’t win So without a doubt, like any black kid in Suffolk County K-S-O-L-O had to cop out To sixteen months in Riverhead Instead of fighting and wilding, I wrote my records instead Commissary was books, inmates owed me CO’s would beat me up on shakedowns, but now those suckers know me And I laugh at those cops who arrest me for what I did Cause I walked and no longer am I a fugitive
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