Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fugitive, artist - K-Solo. Album song Tell the World My Name, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.05.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Fugitive |
I ran like a rebel, in '85 |
Cops tried to catch me, cause all of 'em said I Beat up these other men who were bigger than me Was it because I was black and they were W-H-I-T-E |
Here I was walking down the block |
I seen these two big bikers standing by the biker’s shop |
They seen it was me so to make theyself feel bigger |
One got bad bold, pointed and called me a nigger |
I suck my finger up, I said His mother and kept stepping |
His friend told his other friend Hey Cauky let’s get him |
I looked to my back, to my suprise, one had a chain |
In his hand and the devil in his eye |
I said I’m in trouble, let me think real quick |
I looked down at the ground and got this big fat brick |
With no time to waste I put the brick in my hand |
And then the biker took the chain fell out of his hand |
Then his friend Crotty said Cauky are you alright? |
But what he didn’t know was he was in for a fight |
The right his his jaw, he fell on the floor |
The kid I hit with the brick before said Don’t hit him anymore |
I put my brick down, left him on the ground |
Everything was cool til the cops came around |
They said You’re under arrest for assault 2 and 3 |
I laughed at the copper and said Explain this to me He said You hit the man with a brick and punched another in the jaw |
And left the scene like nothing happened and then they called the law |
I laughed in his face, I said This don’t make sense |
It was two against my black ass, this makes this an offense? |
He tried to grab me, so I pushed him on the floor |
And ran my black ass home and locked the living room door |
I did what any black kid would have did |
But to the coppers of the county, I’m known as a fugitive |
I had to go to school, I couldn’t be late |
If I miss another day Mrs. Cann said I wouldn’t graduate |
I didn’t go a lot, that didn’t mean I didn’t care |
I had to come to school more often to try again next year |
Fuck that, I went to school and I tried |
You know to hide from the cops to June of '85 |
I get my diploma and things would be straight |
Find out my graduation cops came and tried to put me on the gate |
I ran though, with the diploma that I owned |
With cops chasing me all the way til I got home |
I got away gain, why, you know what I did? |
I ran my black ass home and to them I’m still a fugitive |
Two years went by, me running from the cops |
My mom looked at my dad, my dad said Son, this has gotta stop |
Dad gave me money, he said, Son, this is for ya I went to Garden City to go get me a lawyer |
I went to jail, Monday I was in jail through Friday |
When you’re black and you’re in trouble man does your lawyer get paid |
Then my moms told the judge My son’s a good child |
Then he laughed at my mother and said Then take us to trial |
I told my mom and dad I felt within |
If we took Suffux County to court or trial, I know I wouldn’t win |
So without a doubt, like any black kid in Suffux county |
K-S-O-L-O had to cop out |
To sixteen months in Riverhead |
Instead of fighting and wilding, I wrote my records instead |
Comisarry was ???, inmates owed me CO’s would beat me up on shakedowns, but now those suckers know me And I laugh at those cops who arrest me for what I did |
Cause I’m hooked and no longer am I a fugitive |