Living by the gun
You gotta put your best foot forward
She told her son
'If you wanna see your daughter
You better stay alive
Don't get caught in the crossfire'
But it's do or die
And the boy can't stay on the sidelines
He lives for the city
Might try but he won't leave
White lines in the concrete jungle
You better
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah!)
You better!
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye ye!)
Living by the gun
A bullet could take away your morning
She told her son
'I better not hear your angel calling'
Long days, cold nights
Right place, wrong time
Downtown like frontlines
Loyalty sparking love crimes
Still got love for the city
That's my community
Blood ties to the concrete jungle
You better
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah!)
You better!
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye ye!)
It's amazing how we don't go where (What do we hold tight for?)
The grass is greener
The roots lay there
The roots lay there
The roots lay there
The roots lay there
You better
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah!)
You better!
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run
(Eyyeah!) Run
(Eyyeah ye ye ye!)
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