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