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matt vanzetti - a runaway كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
this story begins in early ninety two
midst of the riots, rodney king, beat into
smithereens, by police, 5-0 looking to
“blacks” to mistreat, emmett hooked into
a frisk this week, treated like a criminal
for no reason, officer ridicules
it gets heated, throws him on the hood
plants drugs on ’em, names ’em a thug and looks
to throwing more h-ll, in a holding cell
scolding him and steals his rights: gone and k!lls
his confidence forreal, days p-ssing no meals
just given these morsels, using deadly force
stuck in this morbid sorts in blue uniform
they giving a sh-t storm and choose not to warn
in a war torn sorts, abuse cops do towards
him, twenty five year sentence sent from the courts

[hook]
he’s off the rail end’s like a runaway train
he’s off high tailing like a runaway, framed
cop plants for jailing, throws a gun to his face
locked up, no bail and to those cops he’s a slave

[verse 2]
now, four months later, a riot breaks out
escape route found and he takes it, now
in a foot race, hounds out to trace him down
but he won’t break down, he’ll just face ’em proud
keeps running his way out, ain’t draining, sure steady
no pain, he’s war ready, defamed him, scorned heavy
painted as poor felon was chained, like a new slave
they dug him a huge grave and gave him a due date
klan members new group made, now members in blue, they
came in these slews, to break other races self faith
and lives, they on to find him, raise him h-ll, brace
for what’s about to ensue, calling for back up
officers in huge groups to go and catch him
the gun the new noose, jail’s the plantation
all over the states, scale’s just ran sp-cious
families losing children all for racists

[hook]

[verse 3]
he makes it to his crib, kisses his sleeping kid
his wife stunned by him here, missed him but she fears
the cops to break in there and arrest him near
and in front of his son so he leaves with sheer
sadness, lasting, grabbing at him with these tears
rolling, down his face and scatters and he’s smears
that away and races faster towards the north
towards canada as the search blows over
tired of having to look over his shoulder
phased from this, wishing for his old life back
can’t do this running, doesn’t want to strike back
tired of this, wanting his kid and his wife back
they took ’em from him, just unapologetic
cop recognizes him trying to escape
hearing a gun shot, blood spread on the cement
people in sheer shock but forget in a second

[break]
to those cops he’s a slave – x4

[outro verse]
history tends to keep repeating man
this is emmett till’s death all over again
trayvon, sandra bland, alton, chavis carter
raymond allen, and walker, eric gardner
tamir rice, and price, crawford, and tim thomas
the list continues i keep going longer
rest in peace to these innocent men and women
shot unarmed, diseased seen as just felons
all because of their skin and melanin
shot by clan members in a badge; sickening

- matt vanzetti

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