Why Run Songtext
von D Smoke

Caught up in the streets, we don′t know where to go
Ridin' in the city blowin′ heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it
So why run? (Why run?)
So why run? (Why run?)
You could go out blazin' or just be patient
Why run?

Storytime
Bullets ricochet, shot from stick in restricted space (Uh)
I lost young homie, was only eighteen, it hit his face (Yeah)
They said that gun fired accidental


A fallen peer was the penalty, pray his
Soul went on to a better place (Damn)
They called him K-Bone but I knew him as Kevin
He used to run with all the eight-
Ohs and a few seven-sevens (Yeah, yeah)
I used to say, "Stay out the way, bro
I known you since eleven" (Yeah, yeah)
You never really liked boxing, now you
Hotboxing in Heaven (Smoke somethin′)

You threw Pop Rocks at nonstop
You would ride that dirt bike with lawn mower motor over to my spot
And watch us run, throw from shoulders (Throw somethin′)
Cali' far from open carry state so no open holster (Uh)
We tuck that pistol in waist and tighten that belt like a choker (Uh)
Fightin′ that felt like a rush until ego suffered

Emotions flew high and tempers made us use that force
It's strong with you, Yoda (Yo)
The fuck is wrong with you, bro?
Your parents got bread and you chose to run
With them niggas that′s with that bullshit
Your rodeo's over, rest in peace


Caught up in the streets, we don′t know where to go
Ridin' in the city blowin' heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can′t escape it
So why run? (Why run?)
So why run? (Why run?)
You could go out blazin′ or just be patient

Sometimes I feel like I wasn't made for this world (Nah)
But the one thereafter (Yeah)
Where the young share laughter (Yeah)
And they lunch pail carry good word from the pastor
Every hood girl got a dad, very good man
Heavy in his lil′ bag with a plan to bury a lil' magic

Hopin′ that a tree grow from that young passion
In my world, if we the ones you shoot at, we shoot back (Bah)
They'll beat your ass blue-black for just two racks (Yeah)
Peel your cap for one more stack (Uh)
Leave your mattress lookin′ just like
A basket with your fruit snack (Uh)
Splattered in the paint, I'm heavy, I back you, ain't no two Shaqs

Even if you never banged, they be askin′, "Where your roof at?"
"Where you from, lil′ nigga?" (Nigga, what?)
Ain't no Cusack
Ain′t no stage, ain't no cameras
Just action, they′ll light your match
But you gotta move like they can't hold you back, facts
Don′t get cu—, don't get

Caught up in the streets, we don't know where to go
Ridin′ in the city blowin′ heavy smoke
Some never made it out and some get very close
Burn a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it
So why run? (Why run?)
So why run? (Why run?)
You could go out blazin′ or just be patient
Why run?