Running (feat. Ghetts)

Running, I'm always out of breath
Fighting battles when I get shit off my chest
Down
I know what it feels like to be down, down
Down i know what it feels like to be
On the East Side
Caught up in the current, settled in the smog
I'm feeling pretty foggy 'bout my feelings
'bout myself black and free, I don't think
That's a thing, no, no

I don't think that's a thing, no, no
I don't think that's a thing, no, no
No, no
I don't think that's a thing, no, no

Suffering is sexualised, fantasised
Do you find it pleasing?
Pulling on my hair, no, no
Gripping on my skin, no, no
Playing with your prey, no, no
My life is not a game, no, no no, no
I don't think that's a thing, no, no
No, no, no, no no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no no, no
No

(yeah) another black man lost
Worried about what a handbag cost
While it cost to be black
I got a price on my head, that's not any cap
Fed-Feds are behind, I feel like I'm wanted
Dead or alive
Even after what I've accomplished
Nobody said they'll be kind
Look at my skin, I'm fully akin
Tell me why you wanna put bullets within
Number one suspect 'cause of my colour
If I was another, couldn't be him
I got the melanin, melanin, melanin
Feds see me and get a rush of adrenaline
What have I got on me? Haven't got anything
Dad told me from day one
"Just don't let 'em in"

There's so much to lose
There's nothing to play with
Will you try to understand this?
Can't slow down, gotta catch my breath
Gotta make sure that I make it
She'll tell me that I'm faking
She's lying, let's face it
That bitch right there is basic
Not every girl is basic
Not every man's a racist that's racy
I think you'll find that
Phrase is pretty dated
(You're testing on my patience)
Testing on my patience
The way that shit, it weighs me down

Black and free, I don't think
That's a thing, no, no
I don't think that's a thing, no, no
I don't think that's a thing, no, no
No, no
I don't think that's a thing, no, no

No, no, no, no, no no, no, no, no, no