Runaround

Runaround (Feat. Kinetics) I have no place to go Where did I go wrong? Running all the time x2 Where is home? [Accent] One night to the next, where am I gonna rest? Likely a bench or it might be some steps Life is a mess and hunger pains are like a knife to the chest Get me something riper and fresh with slices of flesh It’s nice to be blessed, cool water and a white piece of bread Will keep me a’ight for a sec’ but Jesus Christ I am big It’s way too hard to keep my little faith relying on him I’m dying for help so I find myself denying those things I’m crying again, seems as though I always sigh when it ends Dirty fingers massage the temples at my sides when I’m tense Mindful of stench so when I stink at fire hydrants I’ll rinse Or in the bathroom at the park I’ll wash right in the sink Under the grime and the grit I discover white and some pink Guess I forgot the lighter tint to my own type of skin A silver spoon without a bowl to dip it pridelessly in Darker man got some boxes, I’ma try to lie next to him… I have no place to go Where did I go wrong? Running all the time x2 Where is home? [Accent] I am asleep in Tompkins, deeply unconscious Needing this silence but beeping coppers shriek their policing sirens Like a screaming ambulance, ‘cept they’re what my reason for harm is Now this feeling on me, slow, speedily exceeds exhaustion I’m a zombie, hungry for meat with nothing to eat What is for me to stuff in cheek? But there’s nothing but people ’round me They surround me, hundreds of these with money to squeeze What do they see, roughness in me or a touch of what seaps from under… My subconscious? A wonder’f I’ll be someone who keeps From punching in weeks, that much I need but I’m stuck as another being And my façade is, covering me uncomfortably I want to breach a way further and worthier peak so far beyond this But for now it is where can I go for shelter? It’s cold as hell outside even though all the snow has melted And no one else is nearby, hereby I’m roaming helpless I don’t remember who my self is. Around I’ll run until then I have no place to go Where did I go wrong? Running all the time x2 Where is home? [Kinetics] Look at my hands, look what I get for workin’ here I gave you blood, sweat and tears for like thirty years I gave you everything I had, thought I’d let you know So when things are getting bad, why am I the first to go? Personally man I prefer the person is reprimanded That would be better than letting him exiting empty handed Whatever happened to batting for the seniority? The people never matter the profit is the priority All I got left is a shirt with a blue collar An outstretched pocket, a wallet with two dollars Bummin’ in this runaround, ’till the money come around Man I should have never put that paintbrush down Imagine what would happen if I had kept at it every night Luckily my son found that brush and turned into a mic And I heard he was makin’ it as an artist Hopefully he’ll finish what I started…runaround