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K-Solo - Fugitive lyrics

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I ran like a rebel, in '85

Cops tried to catch me, cause all of 'em said I

Beat up these other men who were bigger than me

Was it because I was black and they were W-H-I-T-E

Here I was walking down the block

I seen these two big bikers standing by the biker's shop

They seen it was me so to make theyself feel bigger

One got bad bold, pointed and called me a "nigger"

I suck my finger up, I said "His mother" and kept stepping

His friend told his other friend "Hey Cauky let's get him"

I looked to my back, to my suprise, one had a chain

In his hand and the devil in his eye

I said "I'm in trouble, let me think real quick"

I looked down at the ground and got this big fat brick

With no time to waste I put the brick in my hand

And then the biker took the chain fell out of his hand

Then his friend Crotty said "Cauky are you alright?"

But what he didn't know was he was in for a fight

The right his his jaw, he fell on the floor

The kid I hit with the brick before said "Don't hit him anymore"

I put my brick down, left him on the ground

Everything was cool til the cops came around

They said "You're under arrest for assault 2 and 3"

I laughed at the copper and said "Explain this to me"

He said "You hit the man with a brick and punched another in the jaw

And left the scene like nothing happened and then they called the law"

I laughed in his face, I said "This don't make sense"

It was two against my black ass, this makes this an offense?

He tried to grab me, so I pushed him on the floor

And ran my black ass home and locked the living room door

I did what any black kid would have did

But to the coppers of the county, I'm known as a fugitive



I had to go to school, I couldn't be late

If I miss another day Mrs. Cann said I wouldn't graduate

I didn't go a lot, that didn't mean I didn't care

I had to come to school more often to try again next year

Fuck that, I went to school and I tried

You know to hide from the cops to June of '85

I get my diploma and things would be straight

Find out my graduation cops came and tried to put me on the gate

I ran though, with the diploma that I owned

With cops chasing me all the way til I got home

I got away gain, why, you know what I did?

I ran my black ass home and to them I'm still a fugitive



Two years went by, me running from the cops

My mom looked at my dad, my dad said "Son, this has gotta stop"

Dad gave me money, he said, "Son, this is for ya"

I went to Garden City to go get me a lawyer

I went to jail, Monday I was in jail through Friday

When you're black and you're in trouble man does your lawyer get paid

Then my moms told the judge "My son's a good child"

Then he laughed at my mother and said "Then take us to trial"

I told my mom and dad I felt within

If we took Suffux County to court or trial, I know I wouldn't win

So without a doubt, like any black kid in Suffux county

K-S-O-L-O had to cop out

To sixteen months in Riverhead

Instead of fighting and wilding, I wrote my records instead

Comisarry was ???, inmates owed me

CO's would beat me up on shakedowns, but now those suckers know me

And I laugh at those cops who arrest me for what I did

Cause I'm hooked and no longer am I a fugitive
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