Fes Taylor - The Chase, Pt. 3 Lyrics
[Fes Taylor]Red ID, population, banned for six monthsWound still stitched up, going to get lunchHow to get free, spread a little love in the jointAfter rec, slide off, while the God's off pointHotter than a court bust, sirens going offInmate missing, my conscience said 'give it up', man, listenCaught me running man, life in jail, hard to understandFeeling like a slave snatched from the motherlandBut anyway, make a run for it, get across the waterI'm good, heard dogs barking, running through the woodsHelicopters over me, pictures flashing on the newsSaying that I'm young, black, with an attitudeShoot to kill, escaped and considered real dangerousTried to get away, twice before, back on the same shitRan into a fast food joint, yoked this dude upTook his new coogie suit, and matching blue chucksNow I need a V, sho' nuff, what did I see?A 2003 Bentley, on twenty-three'sCaught 'em at the light, nigga, I'm from Car Jack CityGet shot in front of your girl, it won't be prettyBefore I peel off, snatch shorty for securityNow I got a hostage, ain't trying to be boxed inPedal to the metal, tires burning the street upBullshit, police cars, trying to keep upGuilty til proven innocent, cuz I'm black***** that, I know one thing, I ain't going backCatch me if you can... arrest me if you canI ain't never seeing the pens, again
