Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ...And I'm Out, artist - Galactic.
Date of issue: 20.08.2007
Song language: English
...And I'm Out |
Got my bags packed, man |
I can’t be sticking around here no more |
Naw son, I gotta keep it moving |
I’m outta here |
Walking down the street, I met this young cat |
He asked me for one rap |
I told him I could do that |
He knew that |
I had the skill to build and paint a picture or a portrait |
So I thought it |
Manifested a mural, he said I’m thorough |
He pulled around, people were attracted to the scene |
So they stepped in to talk about their visions and dreams |
It’s not often enough you see a group of black men outside chilling |
Refining their ideas and building |
The cops saw us from afar |
Thought we were a gang threat |
Next thing, there’s badges and guns |
A brother tried to run, made it worse |
Said this shit just like he’d rehearsed |
«Next one of ya’ll to move is gonna win a free Hearst» |
I’m in shock now, couldn’t watch my people get locked down |
Said some smart shit, «Oh you really wanna start shit?» |
Face down on the concrete my physique |
Anger’s at a pique, had to lay like I was asleep |
Got frisked head to toe |
They’re looking for the dro |
Had some money on me and they robbed me for my dough |
At this point I’m willin' |
I couldn’t stay silent |
They hit me with the gun like I’m the one who was violent |
Taught me why this type of day is coming for the young black male |
Guess who spent the night in jail? |
Son, I’m never knowing where these days’ll take me |
I’m nervous, my life has been crazy lately |
Livin' in fear ain’t livin' at all |
So I got my bags packed and I’m out y’all |
Girl, I’m never knowing where these days’ll take me |
I’m nervous, my life has been crazy lately |
Livin' in fear ain’t livin' at all |
So I got my bags packed and I’m out y’all |
It’s time to hit the road I’m 'bout to go on tour |
I got a taxi coming at four, I’m standing at my door |
Impatient, sick of waiting |
Hating the situation |
I’m sweating, pacing |
Wanting to knock the driver’s face in |
He arrived thus and avoided my wrath |
Throw the bags in the trunk fast, lean on the gas |
Let’s jet, best bet, take the highway |
Damn, now there’s a traffic jam ruining my day |
Hit the exit, time to dip through the slums |
Where the blood runs thick and there’s evidence society’s sick |
Slick how they freed us just to keep us lower than low |
There’s some places where the cops won’t go |
And the buildings were boarded up in bombed out shells |
How on earth? |
The church’s offering a rebirth |
For what it’s worth |
We’re chilling at a stoplight |
Broad daylight |
I guess these brothers do whatever they like |
Cause they stepped to the driver hard, making demands |
See a taxi carries cash that means there’s money in hand |
And the green means eating meat and greens with your fam' |
Try to stall and talk it out you know those pistols’ll *blam* |
The driver panicked |
Jittering and acting frantic |
I told him «Play it cool or they’ll remove you from the planet» |
I shouldn’t have spoke |
He turned around and they fired a round |
Point blank, the cat is done, man down |