Pharcyde - Runnin lyrics

Can't keep runnin' away I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk And a chump or a s**a or something to that effect Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset When n***as use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried To seat a n***a like the Lip for no reason at all I can Recall crip n***as throwin' see in my face down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt 'cause my pappy never told me how to knock a n***a out But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own f** Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on! There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta Handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to Help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their Own Down for the count on seven chickens sh**s don't Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played It cool just so some real sh** won't get full blown Being Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an Evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And As a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got Lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form Free I don't sweat it I let the bullsh** blow in the breeze In other words just freeze It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders Heavy as boulders but I told ya Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told Ya and that's all I showed ya And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity Can it be I'm a celebrity Whose on the brink of insanity Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me 'cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy To do any type of maintaining 'cause all this gaming and famin' from Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and, But I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'