Runnin' - The Pharcyde

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

Uh huh, Check it out, check it out

One-two one-two one-two one-two one two

Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah

One-two one-two one-two one-two one two

Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah

One-two one-two one-two one-two one two

Check the sound, check the sound, check the sound yeah

One-two one-two one-two one-two one two

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

I must admit on some occasions

I went out like a punk and a chump

Or a sucka or something to that effect

Respect I used to never get

Cause all I got was upset

When niggas used to be like

(«What's up, fool?! Nigga, what’s up?!»)

And tried to sweat a nigga like the Lip

For no reason at all I can recall niggas throwing Cs in my face

Down the hall I’m kickin' it in the back of the school eating chicken at three

Wondering, «Why is everybody always pickin' on me?

I tried to talk and tell them, chill, I did nothin' to deserve this

But when it didn’t work, I wasn’t scared, just real nervous and unprepared

To deal with scrappin' no doubt

My pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out

But now in '95 I must survive as a man on my own

Fuck around with Fatlip, yes, ya get blown

I’m not tryin' to show, no macho is shown

But when it’s on, if it’s on, then it’s on

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

One, two… so listen here…

There comes a time in every man’s life

When he’s gotta handle shit up on his own

Can’t depend on friends to help you in a squeeze

Please, they got problems of their own

Down for the count on seven chickenshits don’t get to heaven

Til they faced these fears in these fear zones

Used to get jacked back up in high school, I played it cool

Just so some real shit won’t get full blown bein' where I’m from

They let the smoke come quicker than an evil redneck

Could lynch a helpless colored figure and

As a victim I invented low-key

Till the keyhole itself got lower than me

So I stood up and let my free form form free

Said I’m gonna get some before they knockin' out me

I don’t sweat it, I let the bullshit blow in the breeze

In other words, just debris

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

It’s 1995

And now that I’m older, stress weighs on my shoulders

Heavy as boulders, but I told y’all

Until the day that I die I still

Will be a soldier and that’s all I told ya

And that’s all I showed ya

And that’s all I sold ya

And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity

Can it be (that I’m a celebrity

Who’s on the brink of insanity?)

Now don’t be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me

Cause when you in my position, it ain’t never easy

To do any type of maintainin'

Cause all this gamin' and famin' from entertainin'

Is hella strainin' (to the brain and)

But I can’t keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away

Can’t keep running away