Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive

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

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

I my finger up, I said, "His mother" and kept stepping
His friend told his other friend, "Hey Cauky, get him"
I looked to my to my surprise
One had a chain in his hand and the 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 took the chain fell out of his

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

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

He said, "You hit the man with a brick and another in the jaw
And left the scene like nothing happened and they called the law"
I laughed in his face, I said, "This make sense
It was two against my black ass, this makes an offense"

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

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

Fuck that, I to school and I tried
You know to hide from the to June of '85
I get my and things would be straight
Find out my graduation came and tried to put me on the gate

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

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

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

I my mom and dad I felt within
If we took County to court or trial, I know I wouldn't win
So without a doubt, like any black kid in county
K S O L O had to cop out

To sixteen months in head
Instead of fighting and wilding, I wrote my records
Comisarry was inmates owed me
CO's would beat me up on
But now those know me

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