Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Runaway Slave , by - Maino. Release date: 29.06.2009
Song language: English
Runaway Slave |
| Yea |
| For Zane, my future |
| Hook: |
| Man I feel like a runaway slave |
| Can? |
| t calm down |
| Never gon behave |
| My back to the wind |
| My spirit in the sky |
| I? |
| m never giving in |
| Middle finger up high |
| And even when I die |
| Don? |
| t shed a tear when I? |
| m laid |
| I feel like a runaway slave |
| I said I feel like a runaway slave |
| Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave |
| Listen? |
| I could die before I get rich never touch a mill |
| Die before my album drops never sell a mill |
| Die before I get to see how success feels |
| Die before any of my dreams are fulfilled |
| Die before I really start livin out my plans |
| Die before I see my son grow into a man |
| Die before my niggas come home from they bids |
| Die before I truly learn how to really live |
| Now it feels like I know death |
| Gotta watch my own steps |
| Wonder my niggas ain’t around cuz they all left |
| Pride in the ring contemplating on my own death |
| Shots fly niggas tryin to kill my on my doorstep |
| How they gon remember me? |
| What? |
| ll be my legacy? |
| How they gon talk about me when they pour that hennessy? |
| That nigga thug, that nigga was a rider |
| That nigga was one hell of a survivor |
| Niggas in the pen with no money for bail |
| Every nigga on the run tryin to stay up outta jail |
| I could feel ya? |
| Yea I know, hold on and be strong my niggas |
| Hook: |
| Man I feel like a runaway slave |
| Can? |
| t calm down |
| Never gon behave |
| My back to the wind |
| My spirit in the sky |
| I? |
| m never giving in |
| Middle finger up high |
| And even when I die |
| Don? |
| t shed a tear when I? |
| m laid |
| I feel like a runaway slave |
| I said I feel like a runaway slave |
| Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave |
| I could die before I bring happiness to my momma |
| Die before I make peace with my baby momma |
| Die before I squash all my bullshit drama |
| Die but don? |
| t cry this is death before dishonor |
| This is my last will and testament |
| Listen to my testament |
| Please raise Zane to be a leader and a gentleman |
| I don? |
| t have regrets all the times that I was negligent |
| Standing in the courtroom fronting like im innocent |
| Look at how I came up |
| Duckin undercover men |
| Friends getting railroaded hung by his government |
| This is what they made me |
| Hell is what they gave me |
| Homies coming home on parole but they ain? |
| t free |
| Look at me, look at life, how im supposed to change huh? |
| Im feelin like a runaway slave ma |
| Can’t calm down I refuse to be tamed |
| Standing in these 4 walls banging on the cage |
| Niggas on the jail bus handcuffed and chained |
| When its said and done they gon remember my name |
| Now mommy in the front row, sittin at my funeral |
| Everybody cryin?, just another death as usual |
| You feel me? |
| Hook: |
| Man I feel like a runaway slave |
| Can? |
| t calm down |
| Never gon behave |
| My back to the wind |
| My spirit in the sky |
| I? |
| m never giving in |
| Middle finger up high |
| And even when I die |
| Don? |
| t shed a tear when I? |
| m laid |
| I feel like a runaway slave |
| I said I feel like a runaway slave |
| Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave |