Dead Prez - Runnin' Wild lyrics

[Mumia Abu-Jamal:] Inspiration that came from Black and Latino and young people. From the ghettos of the Bronx and Brooklyn and New York, you know what I'm sayin'? (Of course) That's power [stic.man:] f** the police, can't wait to get from momma house Hopped off the porch, old enough for some drama now Pistol in his pocket, barely strong enough to co*k it But he ain't scared to pop it, got a heart like Colossus Momma ain't home, daddy locked down Still his gold chain swing, pants sagged down He be clean, fresh Caesar New jeans, new sneakers Middle finger to his teachers, a rebellious young genius Little Bobby Hutton, '09 version Ready to touch something No matter what Determined to make his life worth something Keeping it gangsta Cause the young black male is in danger One slip out here, these crackas will hang you Only the strong survive No choice, you gotta ride Young in age but your mind is wise Walking strong with a King Tut strut in your stride Black pride and I'm young, hungry, born to survive Don't collide with him Ya, I hear all that righteous sh** you talkin' man, f** that. I gotta get out here and get this money, man. My daughter feet grow everyday. I'm broke out here. Ain't nobody giving me no jobs. I gotta get it one way or another [Hook:] Little child, little child Runnin' wild, runnin' wild Little child, runnin' wild Whoah, ya Hey, little child, little child Runnin' wild Little child, runnin' wild Whoah, hey [M1:] Growing up in this world today is not easy to do Either your choosing your path or your path will choose you Lil' Khazi got big shoes to fill for his fam' He's so young it's hard for him to understand That he's the man of the house He know the time, his momma work overtime And his attitude (a milli, a milli, is '09) Go to school just to battle MC's in the cafeteria Fell asleep in third period to the theory That the president is black so he should try to be that Better yet, put a gat on your back and go to Iraq But he already done chose a side A bonafide People Army soldier rollin' for life Mind sharp as that switch blade knife in his back pocket Ain't no crack in his sock He got bigger dreams And even more than money countin' He ready to move mountains The future Kwame Nkrumah And he know it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it Shoot, you gotta feel me man. Not a day goes by it ain't a shootout. My gun is all I got in these streets. I'm 'bout myself, and when I need help, the only thing I can rely on is my gun game [Hook] [stic.man:] I love to see the homies cliqued up, fists up Khakis on, STAG bandana rag twist up Hood pride, unified G'd up, ride or die Street tribe Real soldiers don't die, we multiply [x2] [Hook] [Mumia Abu-Jamal:] You got people all around the world nodding their heads to what people are saying. So when you're conscious of that, then ya know, you can do more than just say, "this is a hustle", "I'm trying to make my bread" or "that broad got a big a**". Come on. There's more important things in the world. I know you and stic do it everyday