Because my music is not avalible on youtube, here is a link to the song, avalible for listening and free download Http://thamaddhatter.bandcamp.com/track/just-keep-runnin-pre-release-eddition [Verse One: Mod Adonis/TMH] Awake at three, as I enter the street Of the suburbs, haven't y'all heard? That im back on the prowl, for now Wow, swore that path I wouldn't walk down But it ain't like I coulda seen it comin' Im usedto bummin, my own beat drummin' I move in shadows with the flow, downstream Low self-esteem, couldn't execute the f**in' scheme My life story isnt special, one of many No first edition, im just an old penny Copper top, the duracell always runnin' Im cunnin, though anything but top gunnin' Runnin in place, the race was a moot point A paper chase in which i finished last place Discrace my name, then you, I will erase Its common place to underestimate, your own fate Scared, that I won't fit in Stickin out like a sore thumb, condesend Scared, of the ever approaching end But what then do I have to look towards? Caught up in the drama of the head Caught up in the whispers of the dead Knocked off my block, water whippin' Knocked off to a stop, fate I'm pickin' [Hook] I can't tell the future... I can't see what's coming... I can't tell the future... That's why I'm always runnin' I don't know what to tell you... Except to just keep searchin' I don't know what to tell you... So imma keep on runnin' I can't tell the future... I can't see what's coming... I can't tell the future... That's why I'm always runnin' I don't know what to tell you... Except to just keep searchin' I don't know what to tell you... So imma keep on runnin' [Verse Two: Mod Adonis/TMH] Sittin' down, possted with a pound An LB.. N-A-T-I-V.. E, molly quad stack flippin' Cops arive, now its time to be dippin' Cradle to the grave, on my sh** Check the lifestyle, I can take a hit A little bit overconfident.. A little bit under estimate.. Hit my LAGs up, always Snitchin' tags up, no way Say what I mean and support it Lies, can't afford it, always consort it If I say I bump Gucci, im a wa*kster If I say I bump Wayne, then i'm a lame What the f** can I be if I live a label Generic fable, sterotype enabled