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Runaway$
by Donovan Livingston
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Thinking about the Middle Passage, head to work stuck in traffic
Traffic Black bodies, I can see the huddled masses
Roanoke to Calabasas, Massachusetts to Manhattan
Daddy went to college, became a teacher and a pastor
I look back, 'cause then what happens when a generation shatters
Another glass ceiling without tearing down the rafters
We were taught to play the game without weighing all the factors
Still a slave to a dollar, which reminds me I was captured
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
Nowadays, I gotta new master, Perkins Loan the FAFSA
Tuition, room and board, I can never pay it back, bruh
Money's like molasses
Yeah, it's sweet when you get it, but you wish it comes faster
Baby, that's slow drip, never hopeless
Then I noticed, time is a luxury I don't get
Punching clocks in the noses til their broken
Gotta play this in the parking lot before I go in
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
Am I a capitalist who raps on a disc
And happens to miss the fact that I'm asked to forget
The heritage that I arrived from Africa with
Miseducated, segregated
A fraction, a fifth
Then I let it sink like a crack on a ship
Turned a book into a raft, so I paddle with this
What's the matter, you sick nigga? That's what it is
If money flows like rivers, then we drown to exist
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
Thinking about the Middle Passage, head to work stuck in traffic
Traffic Black bodies, I can see the huddled masses
Roanoke to Calabasas, Massachusetts to Manhattan
Daddy went to college, became a teacher and a pastor
I look back, 'cause then what happens when a generation shatters
Another glass ceiling without tearing down the rafters
We were taught to play the game without weighing all the factors
Still a slave to a dollar, which reminds me I was captured
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
Nowadays, I gotta new master, Perkins Loan the FAFSA
Tuition, room and board, I can never pay it back, bruh
Money's like molasses
Yeah, it's sweet when you get it, but you wish it comes faster
Baby, that's slow drip, never hopeless
Then I noticed, time is a luxury I don't get
Punching clocks in the noses til their broken
Gotta play this in the parking lot before I go in
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
Am I a capitalist who raps on a disc
And happens to miss the fact that I'm asked to forget
The heritage that I arrived from Africa with
Miseducated, segregated
A fraction, a fifth
Then I let it sink like a crack on a ship
Turned a book into a raft, so I paddle with this
What's the matter, you sick nigga? That's what it is
If money flows like rivers, then we drown to exist
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away
I just wanna run away