[Intro: Luke]
What you're about to hear is basically on the minds of all young black men
The only way they figure they can get out of this run-down society, the
Only way to live, ... they consider theyself as fugitives
[Verse 1: JT Money]
So what? I got a dark complexion and gold teeth
Is that a reason to call the police?
On a n***a that's known to be a black sheep
They wanna throw my a** in the back seat
But a n***a can't stand it
The whole system's underhanded; I'm looked at as a bandit
So I go start a riot, but they gon' have to
Bust a cap in my a** to keep me quiet
'Cause I can't be held down
I'ma fight for my sh** so that makes me jail-bound
Here come the boys in blue to hara** me
But all them punk mah'f**ers can kiss my a**, see
A n***a ain't scared to do time
I did it before; it's all in the mind
But I ain't tryin' to go back
And I'ma give all these motherf**ers hell, black
'Cause that's what they gave me
And ain't one b**h out there who can save me
But before they take me
They gotta catch me. What the f** that make me?
A FUGITIVE. [x2]
[Verse 2: JT Money]
Here's the truth about my youth and my childhood
A buck wild and reckless, point blank and wild hood
Always up to no good, I had big dreams
Started movin' them thangs at age 16
Now I'm a young n***a sittin on G's
Only dealin' with O-Z's and keys
Every now and then I move a few quarters
To n***as scowlin' at me, I'm givin' orders
I never bag or flaunt, 'cause I'm a cool youth
Thinkin' of a plan that's fool-proof
Of how to increase my wealth
Made up my mind, it's time to go for self
Now here's somethin' that you never seen
A young n***a run his own sh** at age 17
A year later, I'm greater than the average n***a
And my operation's still gettin' bigger
Of course I had to fly a few hits
Now I got a rep; I'm runnin' from the feds
f** 'em! A n***a just can't win
They wanna see me rot in the state pen
Huh. But I can't see it, black!
And I'ma haul a** like I'm runnin' track
'Cause I know they gon' fry me
So I move out of town, change my whole ID
Better yet, change my look before they seize me
Or a fool'l recognize me on TV
But before they can take me
They gotta catch me. What the f** that make me?
A FUGITIVE. [x3]