I've been running
And running
And running
And running
But I have yet to get away
I have yet to get away
I've been running
And running
And running
And running
But I have yet to get away
I have yet to get away
Running from the world
I been running round the map
I been running till my feet get sore
I been running from myself
I been running from my past
Feeling like I can't escape no more
I been running for a while and
I'm burning out fast
Idk if I can take no more
I been running all my life
Still I'm coming in last
Hold the gate save a place for me Lord
Every morning that I wake
You gave me another day
And I plan to live it gracefully Lord
I'm a young black man
I don't really leave the house
Cause outside it ain't safe for me Lord
You know that they killing us
And it's us killing us
How many people you gone take from me Lord
I ain't even 21
But I'm running out of time
I ain't even had a taste of it Lord
Am I Next
Am I Next
Am I Next
What do I do when my number get picked
What do I do when the schools get closed
And my people go broke while rich stay rich
And ones that made it outta where you from rather
Get a new whip than give back to the kids
That type of shit can make a whole generation of black babies
Go from books to the bricks
Self medicating with the green grams
Sticking to the page like tree sap
Hopping over gates like I ran track
Running from the pain imma relapse
Barely old enough but his gun blast
Barely 16 with a brown bag
Took us outta chains put us in the trap
And we can't made it out so we run laps
I've been running
And running
And running
And running
But I have yet to get away
I have yet to get away
I've been running
And running
And running
And running
But I have yet to get away
I have yet to get away