On the Run

[Hook] Looking out my window, from my ninth floor hotel room I remember, that cold-cold rainy night, looking out my window [Verse 1] Feeling all alone on the run, I'm still holding onto my gun Body on it from the previous evening, I found out I'm wanted Nigga's snitching is what the media screaming I turn the channel on the TV, the first 48 on Man, it ain't a loyal nigga on this TV nowhere I cut the power off, disgusted I'm contemplating taking a shower to take all the gunpowder off But what if they bust in, busting The nigga at the front desk act like he don't recognize me but shit There's a reward for me, that nigga there hustling I can't trust him I got to keep my eye on that window Thinking about my kin folk, wife and babies I can't talk to them, life is crazy Whoever thought it would come to this over rap nonsense Rap from the comfort of being attacked by my conscience [Hook] [Interlde] I think I'm a write a letter to my children [Verse 2] In case I don't make it I'm up against time but I won't face it I'm thinking about my life what it is now And how one slug can change what it once was I'm accepting the fact that I did that I just want my wife back, I just want my kids back I just want my niggas that don't snitch back Cause real niggas know real niggas ain't with that But what's the use of me being real, I'm fucked now I'm seeing sirens out the window thinking what now Damn, am I to do? Cause now that shit hit the fan I suddenly ran out of crew But fuck it, I'm in the shit, I'ma end the shit No way for me to benefit though I'm innocent I hear a knock on the door like let's finish this [Interlude] *Police storm room* [Outro] This life is about honor, respect But more importantly this life is about choices You make 'em and whether they turn out to be good ones Or bad ones you live with them, you die with 'em Let's go back to how it all started