Run with me The shackles are off my feet I'm about to cross this sea no more Shackles Run with me The shackles are off my feet I'm about to cross this sea no more Shackles My hands are in the air but should I die or should I run I'm looking in his eyes his hands they shake he holds gun They said that I'm a car thief I'm a father with a son I look around there's 20 more guns man I'm done Lord why do they treat us like we monkeys in a cage I been out here grinding for your kingdom everyday This the 7th time they pulled me over in a month I asked them why they say it's protocol But we all know it's cause I look suspicious Fit the description Listen they said If didn't want to get pulled over stop dressing like a killer Like a thug like a what! I'm a minister living the good life And giving back to the hood But you can't see the good right? This the racism that's hidden deep in the system And the hate that you give Will comeback visiting your children Run with me The shackles are off my feet I'm about to cross this sea no more Shackles Run with me The shackles are off my feet I'm about to cross this sea no more Shackles