Poison Clan - Fugitive lyrics

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Poison Clan - Fugitive lyrics

[Intro: Luke] What you're about to hear is basically on the minds of all young black men The only way they figure they can get out of this run-down society, the Only way to live, ... they consider theyself as fugitives [Verse 1: JT Money] So what? I got a dark complexion and gold teeth Is that a reason to call the police? On a n***a that's known to be a black sheep They wanna throw my a** in the back seat But a n***a can't stand it The whole system's underhanded; I'm looked at as a bandit So I go start a riot, but they gon' have to Bust a cap in my a** to keep me quiet 'Cause I can't be held down I'ma fight for my sh** so that makes me jail-bound Here come the boys in blue to hara** me But all them punk mah'f**ers can kiss my a**, see A n***a ain't scared to do time I did it before; it's all in the mind But I ain't tryin' to go back And I'ma give all these motherf**ers hell, black 'Cause that's what they gave me And ain't one b**h out there who can save me But before they take me They gotta catch me. What the f** that make me? A FUGITIVE. [x2] [Verse 2: JT Money] Here's the truth about my youth and my childhood A buck wild and reckless, point blank and wild hood Always up to no good, I had big dreams Started movin' them thangs at age 16 Now I'm a young n***a sittin on G's Only dealin' with O-Z's and keys Every now and then I move a few quarters To n***as scowlin' at me, I'm givin' orders I never bag or flaunt, 'cause I'm a cool youth Thinkin' of a plan that's fool-proof Of how to increase my wealth Made up my mind, it's time to go for self Now here's somethin' that you never seen A young n***a run his own sh** at age 17 A year later, I'm greater than the average n***a And my operation's still gettin' bigger Of course I had to fly a few hits Now I got a rep; I'm runnin' from the feds f** 'em! A n***a just can't win They wanna see me rot in the state pen Huh. But I can't see it, black! And I'ma haul a** like I'm runnin' track 'Cause I know they gon' fry me So I move out of town, change my whole ID Better yet, change my look before they seize me Or a fool'l recognize me on TV But before they can take me They gotta catch me. What the f** that make me? A FUGITIVE. [x3]