The way this nikka flowed on Runaway
Cole channeled his inner Nasir with that one
Basis, my manager back in the day was racist
I was a young boy, passing skate and tucking laces
Old perverted white man who told me: "Jermaine, It's all pink on the inside
fukk what color their face is." wise words from an indecent man
Made me reflect on the times when we was three-fifths of them
And change empower less, brave souls reduce the cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for hours
Just to see the master creep into the shack where your lady at
Nine months later got a baby that not quite what you excepted
But you refuse to neglect it cause you know your wifey love you
Does you refuse to accept it?
That's that type shyt that tell why my granny light skin
Rich white man rule the nation still, only difference is we all slaves now
The chains still concealed in our thoughts
If I follow my heart to save myself
Could I run away from 50 mill like Dave Chappelle?
