Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive

I ran a rebel in '85
Cops tried to catch me 'cause all of 'em
I beat up these other men who were than me
Was it I was black and they were W H I T E

Here I was down the block
I seen two big bikers standing by the biker's shop
They seen it was me so to make feel bigger
One got bad bold, and called me a nigger

I suck my up, I said, "His mother" and kept stepping
His friend told his friend, "Hey Cauky, let's get him"
I looked to my to my surprise
One had a chain in his and the Devil in his eye

I said, "I'm in trouble, let me think quick"
I looked at the ground and got this big fat brick
With no to waste I put the brick in my hand
And then the biker the chain fell out of his hand

Then his Crotty said, "Cauky, are you alright?"
But what he didn't know was he was in for a
The in his jaw, he fell on the floor
The kid I hit the brick before said, "Don't hit him anymore"

I put my down, left him on the ground
Everything was cool till the came around
They said, "You're under for assault 2 and 3"
I at the copper and said, "Explain this to me"

He said, "You hit the man with a brick and another in the jaw
And left the scene nothing happened and then they called the law"
I laughed in his face, I said, "This don't make
It was two against my black ass, this makes an offense"

He to grab me, so I pushed him on the floor
And ran my black ass home and the living room door
I did what any black kid have did
But to the coppers of the county, I'm known as a

I had to go to school, I be late
If I miss another day Mrs. Cann said I graduate
I didn't go a lot, that didn't mean I care
I had to come to school more often to try again year

that, I went to school and I tried
You to hide from the cops to June of '85
I get my diploma and things would be
out my graduation cops came and tried to put me on the gate

I ran though the diploma that I owned
With cops chasing me all the way I got home
I got away gain, why, you what I did?
I ran my black ass home and to them I'm still a

Two years went by, me running the cops
My mom looked at my dad, my dad said, "Son, has gotta stop"
Dad me money, he said, "Son, this is for ya"
I went to City to go get me a lawyer

I went to jail, Monday I was in through Friday
When you're and you're in trouble man does your lawyer get paid
Then my moms the judge, "My son's a good child"
Then he laughed at my mother and said, "Then us to trial"

I my mom and dad I felt within
If we took Suffix County to court or trial, I I wouldn't win
So a doubt, like any black kid in Suffix county
K S O L O had to cop out

To sixteen in River head
Instead of and wilding, I wrote my records instead
Comisarry was [unverified] owed me
CO's beat me up on shakedowns
But now suckers know me

And I at those cops who arrest me for what I did
'Cause I'm hooked and no am I a fugitive