One mans trash is another man's treasure/ but most men treasure what other men have/ so little thrown away to the many that will never/grasp what few view as pennies in the grass/ & underneath the grass are the roots of inequality/ creating all the b**ps we come across on the path/ & I don't have a green thumb & neither n*****/ & having a money tree is a luxury of class/ the only ho I know for a flattering a**/ & when I asked could she dig it, she looked at me & laughed/ so we crabs in a barrel & barrel glass/ so we broke, crack was the answer to cash/ but the question was never asked/ how I get off the path/ steady walking within a maze the was built in the last/century, eventually we'll raise our hands/ but the teacher is apart of the scam, god d***/
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Got me looking for a way out, a way out, way/ running down a fire escape to to get away/ got me looking for a way in, a way, way in/ got me looking at your doors & your windows/
I'm a product of the environment that I was brought up in/ material things I'm caught up in/ hustling, a product that creates the production/ a plus then for for shackles that resemble circumference/ my world, my word, I'm running from my block/ right into your wall, street/ that when I see up close is just prop/designed to keep me cropped/ outside of the picture that pictures the people in defeat/ so i'ma cook the books like a communist bonfire/ & tell uncle Sam I forgot the recite/ & he gon call me a liar & I'm gon call him a thief/ the jury looking like him enjoying looking at me/ at my arraignment screaming/ all is blacks got is sports & entertainment & a belief in/ religion as the answer for the grieving/ believing that the bless get test/ & the less get even/
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Running away from trouble got me running into you/ running away from darkness got me running into view/running towards all the lights got me running from blue & whites/ running for you by day hope I run into you by night/ running for an election to run the country for who/ run & tell the news that you run it for something true/run it into the ground, run it into the tomb/ run it until there's nothing, run it until we lose/
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Got me looking for a way out, a way out, way/ running down a fire escape to to get away/ got me looking for a way in, a way, way in/ got me looking at your doors & your windows/
I'm a product of the environment that I was brought up in/ material things I'm caught up in/ hustling, a product that creates the production/ a plus then for for shackles that resemble circumference/ my world, my word, I'm running from my block/ right into your wall, street/ that when I see up close is just prop/designed to keep me cropped/ outside of the picture that pictures the people in defeat/ so i'ma cook the books like a communist bonfire/ & tell uncle Sam I forgot the recite/ & he gon call me a liar & I'm gon call him a thief/ the jury looking like him enjoying looking at me/ at my arraignment screaming/ all is blacks got is sports & entertainment & a belief in/ religion as the answer for the grieving/ believing that the bless get test/ & the less get even/
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Running away from trouble got me running into you/ running away from darkness got me running into view/running towards all the lights got me running from blue & whites/ running for you by day hope I run into you by night/ running for an election to run the country for who/ run & tell the news that you run it for something true/run it into the ground, run it into the tomb/ run it until there's nothing, run it until we lose/