Corrección Letra The Great Escape par Sa-Roc

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Letra

1st Verse:
Brown skin lady, Black Star Enterprise. Ran from the past like track stars win the prize. But everything catch us, my best times end in ties. And I can't seem to get the knots out, I swear I tried. It's like every interaction a flashback. Memories want my flesh in pounds like a hashtag. That's why I got a twisted fate with this rap act. I leave a piece of me on every stage I rock, Baghdad. Now every rapper whipping up white on they record. But that work almost destroyed my life for the record. Up nights cuz my daddy hit them pipes on the regular. Home with stained glass like a House of Christ. Where my blessings at? And I know I got a lot to be grateful for. People dying, everyone my heartbreaking for. But this pain an old friend, still can't shake the boy. What you try and leave behind you'll soon be facing towards

HOOK:
Catch me if you can. I'm the gingerbread man. We running. (5x)They ain't gon understand. It's too rough for us land. Keep running (5x)

2nd Verse:
Fam running their traps to weave tall tales, complex textiles to cushion the fraud trail. They tiptoeing on the edge without a guardrail, the bare truth got em like refugees, no Praswell. Ghetto superstars out euthanizing their souls. Stuck between negative forces like nuclei of prose. Addicted to bills so they keep an eye on the Jones. Hoping it don't blow up in their face, keep an eye on the drones. I know poor too, I know hard knocks, I done bore the bruise of entire blocks trying to beat me blue and black. But that's a poor excuse to tell the world what you are not. Cuz what you bury is unearthed when they exhume your plot. That's why I dive so deep in it. Cuz me and this relationship is codependent. Obsessed. I got so many miles between me and my trials I could be flying scot-free. But I'd still be running. What's next?

HOOK:
Catch me if you can. I'm the gingerbread man. We running. (5x)They ain't gon understand. It's too rough for us to land. Keep running (5x)

3rd Verse:
Hell of a life. My wisdom came with a heavenly price. Death of my innocence, all the remains have been severed and sliced, evidence wiped clean.That's why I'm a little jaded, complexion a type green. I know too many men trying to make minutes last. Past the final grains of sand descending into the narrow glass. Escaping their conscience like prisoner's clasps. Instead of owning it, like an ode to Fanon, we go on and wear the masks. This ain't finger-pointing, I'm no angel, I've been guilty of it. Now with every sentence I can wash my sins, I'm filthy of it. Running, we've been running, now them moments creeping stealthily on up. Who am I to judge? I'm not completely healed myself, your honor. A wise woman told me you'll never change your future's odds. If you don't stop and let reflection treat your suture scars. If I keep racing, my fate will mirror the youth I lost. A cautionary tale of how an evolution's paused

HOOK:
Catch me if you can. I'm the gingerbread man. We running. (5x)They ain't gon understand. It's too rough for us to land. Keep running (5x)

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