Steven King - Runaway Slave lyrics

[Verse 1] Share-cropping and wet nursing and cotton chopping No benefits for hip-hopping, or stock options But it's better than drug dealing, stealing or robbing My brain is bugged I need to get a lobotomy to get this sickness out of me My split personality is like a dichotomy The big psychology of a slave that had his soul saved Like a black baptist in the South Cradle to the grave So show the next generation a way to behave My bars are self-therapy for breaking the chains Who's that peeking in my window? The internet television government men in trench coats The spirit of my ancestors invoked So the devil won't test my testicles, you know? We bringing the gospel, and singing the blues What once was one now seems we thinking in two [Hook] 1, 2 to smash Kunta Kinte Name will be Toby by the 40th lash He don't want to be a slave, but he do what he has So when he cries you'll be seeing him laugh and rise from the ash Yeah, we give it all we got to get, all we got to get, get it and go Yeah, we give it all we got to get, all we got to get a little bit more [Verse 2] I'm like an ex-convict trying to get a job And smoking and drinking and thinking about a n***a problems I'm getting involved in my own downfall Probably be doing better living life as an outlaw My credit score is a metaphor for whip scar I'm ready for war cause peace is a jigsaw You don't really want to see a n***a get pissed off My pistol wiil be popping like bottles of Cristal Like them big balling cats, I kinda want to Run up on them and give up all their scratch But I don't want to be a criminal And I only want to get high because I been living so low in the hole The path laid was never paved in gold But a lot of rigamarole when this slave was sold Down the Mississippi, I'm only skinny dipping And if I drown, ain't no telling who I'll be bringing with me [Hook] [Bridge] The world running afraid, they keep running But the sun gonna come in the day, it keep coming It keep coming, it keep coming The sun gonna come in the day [Verse 3] Reading these words, like it's Nat Turner written Spitting these verses like the last words of wisdom Ripping through the fields, this one for real, missing these meals But don't take my silence as an admission of guilt No response, I just mean I'm pleading the fifth When these dogs get let loose but you won't see me miss Wasn't never exempt, couldn't never repent For what some had to do just to get where they is Fist is clenched tight, so that he grip mics Thinking that they grown, but living a b**h life And this is the vice, putting these words out Wasn't born to sacrifice my rights, I just learned how [Hook]