Swift - Runaway Slave lyrics

We can take over the world, he said And it's plenty gold in my country, he said A 1000 men make a company, he said But I gotta put into your bu*t lead, I say When it's dark f** the dumb, I'm on the run Go to the shack for somebody black that wanna come Original man in a swamp land habitat Old man said, "Don't go," but f** that I gotta be free, they can't catch me Cause I'm too quick for 'em, see? Check the north star, goin' real far north A straight line is designed for the shortest course So a crooked devil wants me back now He let his dogs go to chase this black down But I ain't down with being caught, so I fought back They gotta drag them a bleeding dead n***a back But not like that, fool, I ain't going out Before I do I bet I take one of these crackers out (Freedom, freedom!) f** yeah, I k**ed him (Freedom, freedom!) Now should I bury him? (f** nah!) f** nah, he didn't do the same for my grandpa Grandpa died with his finger like f** y'all Ran through the woods ( ? ) and I step in Made a haystack for a black man that's sleeping Next day well on my way up north (Surround the n***a) trip cut short Standing in the middle, know I'm black till the end Waiting, in a second now the shots will begin 25 shotguns pointed at me, f** y'all devils, now I'm free Motherf**er, you'll never catch me Runaway slave, I'm out of here ( ? ), I'm outtie I'm a motherf**ing slave, I'm tired, I'm thirsty and I'm hungry Picking cotton to build a white man's country My mother's working hard and she's dying of starvation Never seen my brother, he's on another plantation My father fought back, he wasn't going for this Now he's hanging from a tree in the forest (damn) My little sister gets raped and beaten Nothing but dirty water and pork for eating I can't take this sh** no longer As I work harder I get stronger and stronger Looking at my chains and my chains are rusty red ( ?Look at? ) the bull grip, he don't trust me But I'mma chill and wait till 12 o'clock Pick up a rock, hit the chain and it broke in half (I'm out of here) Now feel the wrath of a runaway slave But I'm gonna stay brave When I'm getting free I'm putting pale face in the grave Thinking about my people and how I'm gonna free them Pa** my father body still hanging from a tree limb Running and running and on the trail there's some dobermans The smell of a sweaty black n***a, yeah, they know the scent Picking up ground and I started to run faster Double barrel pump fired by the slave master I hid in some bushes so I can catch my breath Trying to gather up the strength that I had left If I could rest for a second I'd be gone Oh sh**, there goes the dobermans, the chase is back on Them wanna catch me, them wanna take my freedom Them can't catch me, them can't have my freedom Them took it once I want it back, gimme my freedom I kept on running, I thought I had 'em beaten Until I ran into the middle of a Ku Klux Klan meeting They all stopped, as they stood there staring at me I must have seen a 100 guns they had pointed at me White robes, white hoods, blue eyes 6 dobermans chewing on my thighs I took a deep breath cause I knew what time it was Just before they pulled their triggers I yelled, "f** y'all crackers!"