Run

Living by the gun

You gotta put your best foot forward

She told her son

"If you wanna see your daughter

You better stay alive

Don't get caught in the crossfire"

But it's do or die

And the boy can't stay on the sidelines

He lives for the city

Might try but he won't leave

White lines in the concrete jungle

You better

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah!)

You better!

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye ye!)

Living by the gun

A bullet could take away your morning

She told her son

"I better not hear your angel calling"

Long days, cold nights

Right place, wrong time

Downtown like frontlines

Loyalty sparking love crimes

Still got love for the city

That's my community

Blood ties to the concrete jungle

You better

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah!)

You better!

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye ye!)

It's amazing how we don't go where (What do we hold tight for?)

The grass is greener

The roots lay there

The roots lay there

The roots lay there

The roots lay there

You better

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah!)

You better!

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye!) Run

(Eyyeah!) Run

(Eyyeah ye ye ye!)