shame, I have selfishness to blame... And I'm singing for freedom, I know I'm not the only one praying to the one, who can bring me this freedom,
brings me shame I have selfishness to blame And I'm singing for freedom I know I'm not the only one praying to the One Who can bring me this freedom
on my own Had the clothes on my back, from a broken home Slapped in the face 'til my daddy got straight I knew it was time to run (Chorus) Now I'm back
exit I used to be a punk-kid Used to wanna run, with Dudes dat wanna hunt that Turned our ones into hundreds Used to run the blunt to be blunt I wanted
over and over and over it goes [Chorus:] Run! Oh not another day! Not another day of the same old song! Run! Oh not another day! Not another day of the same old song! C'mon Run
began to shout, "You're that travelin' salesman That I have heard about." I said, "No! No! No! I'm a doctor and it's true, I'm a clean-cut kid And I been
I sing off key One thing you should never do is dis Ali Cause, motherfucker, there aint nothin rougher Then tryin to climb from the ruggedness swept under I can run
being locked up) [Free Murda:] What don't kill us, makes us stronger Niggas believin what they ain't seein Wanna be what they ain't Freedom or death,
I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks Niggaz hot in my fifths, to run from cops See I'm a nigga
pound of marajuana Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington [C-Bo] They thought it was over but it just started And some of the hardest artists in the world Freedom
quit smokin weed? I don't know You think they're ready for it? No I ain't ready for it. No [Verse 3:] A lot of rappers run they mouth, but they run
, they call me the kid And the judge who sent me up made a good impression For the next election But what the media won't say is even with my freedom
call a g eighth, jail I can't see me in A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in I run with niggas on the run from 25 Y'all only heard me
is the El-Product summer With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin number [Chorus] Drive, Drive, Drive Hopped in the hooptie screaming "freedom
act up While some'll be rippin it, they be in the crowd wildin Flippin on kids, for the chains and medallions Or the kid they don't like, from a beef
Ghostface Killah] Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns! They givin
