The Cingularity - Who Can I Run To?

Who can I run to when I can’t jog in the streets
Who can I run to when I can’t trust police
Who gon' cool me off when I start feelin' the heat
I turn and ask the n***a who made this beat
Who can I run to? Me!
Yea I said it
The answers been inside all this time
Now I get it
You wanna talk about goin' off
Well I set it
If you comin' for me I’m on ya head
Won’t regret it
Nice like these designer shoes I step in
Put you on ice if it’s me you think you wreckin'
Some good advice
Stop and think for a second
Cause tryin me
Well that just might be ya final lesson

Who can I run to when I’m not safe inside my home
Justice never comes along
Hate just won’t leave me alone
Who can I run to when I feel all my hope is gone
Suffering is just prolonged
I been tired for too damn long

You see the way the light dance on that melanin
I like the way the light dance on that pretty black skin
Don’t worry bouta hater who come with the meddlin'
Cause they only tryna find what’s already within
Mad cause they can’t never ever get like this
Mad cause a young n***a stay up on his s**t
Mad cause the black folk got the dips and the chips
Drippin' so much sauce it’ll make ya heart skip
Got panache that’ll last from the alpha to omega
Comin for my bag Imma send you to ya maker
Right here right now fucker not a minute later
Won’t go out sad for my bag Imma ride on a hater
And by bag, umm yea I’m talkin' cash
But that ain’t it
The family, the friends, fellins' all that s**t
If you comin' for my peace
Meaning you won’t uplift
Well Imma put you in ya place lil baby
Hold this clip (bam)

Who can I run to when I’m not safe inside my home
Justice never comes along
Hate just won’t leave me alone
Who can I run to when I feel all my hope is gone
Suffering is just prolonged
I been tired for too damn long

As I stand here contemplating
Should I blast this fool
I can feel my heart racin' as I grasp this tool
I hope he don’t try me
Wonder what he gon' do
He think I won’t buss one
Guess what I just buss two
And naw I’m not preaching gun violence
But if you gonna move
Make sure you follow simple guidance
Get a pretty piece and go get ya gun license
Keep ya head on a swivel
Cause some ppl really triflin'
No longer docile, hostile, I’m a problem
And I invite anybody that think he can solve em
I got my mind right now the homies
Imma call em'
In the streets 20 deep
We gon' go and black ball em
Now Shmurder dance with the shotties
We gon' get glizzy with the glocks
Hip hop hooray with the AK’s
My n***a just don’t stop

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