Running from the guns
Point and shoot
We used to played up on the playground
Running from the guns
Who thought
Hardest part would be for me to stay down
Running from the gun
Breaks my heart
If you decide to fly away now
Running from the guns
I am
Running from the guns
I make the devil mad
Dancing with you
All the angels lookin jealous
Cause ya halo is hoops
Hoverin over your shoulders
Wings usually is folded
I'm not used to extending them
To tell you the truth
Pull me off the wall, growing my roots
Sheesh
What I'm running from
Following suit
We needed more distance, so they wouldn't pursue
Cuz up here, I'm making icarus envious too
Of my soles
And wings
And freedoms
And the songs
They'll sing
When I see em
Moving on my own
Put the dreaming aside
Everybody on the porch
Looked up to the sky
Friends getting mad
But before they knew
Suddenly
My niggas start lifting up too
Through the clouds
Brown shoulders, broke right on through
With eyes watching god
My heart stays on
Running from the guns
Point and shoot
We used to played up on the playground
Running from the guns
Who thought
Hardest part would be for me to stay down
Running from the gun
Breaks my heart
If you decide to fly away now
Running from the guns
I am
Running from the guns
I saw that boy
Then I saw his soles
Wondering what songs this canary holds
Glad he off the wall
And his wings unfold
Whole block gone cheer when he makes it home
Holding heavy heart really makes it worse
Til we found the only way for us to lift that curse
If we run to a place where they know our worth
Sun talked
Said it's not my last day on earth
Hurry up
It's across the ridge!
My gramps wants to fly
So I scratch that itch
And if
Niggas crying
Wit they arms raised
That should imply that I'm in this bitch
Nights on the car hood
Layed out
Crucified
Grew much more
From the love you provide
Standing on staged
Hold back
All teary eyed
Looking at my niggas
Like glad all of you survived
We can make that work
Know you was tripping in
Being locked to the earth
Worry later
No time for us to focus on what's past tense
And besides
Our problems
Getting over that fence
So lock both your hands
Act like you been known
Setting off fireworks
You know my kinfolks
12 round the corner
They judging our sins hoe
Once your feet hit that gravel
Nigga just run!
Running from the guns
Point and shoot
We used to played up on the playground
Running from the guns
Who thought
Hardest part would be for me to stay down
Running from the gun
Breaks my heart
If you decide to fly away now
Running from the guns
I am
Running from the guns