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I ran like a rebel, in 85Cops tried to catch me, cause all of em said IBeat up these other men who were bigger than meWas it because I was black and they were W-H-I-T-EHere I was walking down the blockI seen these two big bikers standing by the bikers shopThey seen it was me so to make theyself feel biggerOne got bad bold, pointed and called me a "nigger"I suck my finger up, I said "His mother" and kept steppingHis friend told his other friend "Hey Cauky lets get him"I looked to my back, to my suprise, one had a chainIn his hand and the devil in his eyeI said "Im in trouble, let me think real quick"I looked down at the ground and got this big fat brickWith no time to waste I put the brick in my handAnd then the biker took the chain fell out of his handThen his friend Crotty said "Cauky are you alright?"But what he didnt know was he was in for a fightThe right his his jaw, he fell on the floorThe kid I hit with the brick before said "Dont hit him anymore"I put my brick down, left him on the groundEverything was cool til the cops came aroundThey said "Youre under arrest for assault 2 and 3"I laughed at the copper and said "Explain this to me"He said "You hit the man with a brick and punched another in the jawAnd left the scene like nothing happened and then they called the law"I laughed in his face, I said "This dont make sense"It was two against my black ass, this makes this an offense?He tried to grab me, so I pushed him on the floorAnd ran my black ass home and locked the living room doorI did what any black kid would have didBut to the coppers of the county, Im known as a fugitiveI had to go to school, I couldnt be lateIf I miss another day Mrs. Cann said I wouldnt graduateI didnt go a lot, that didnt mean I didnt careI had to come to school more often to try again next yearFuck that, I went to school and I triedYou know to hide from the cops to June of 85I get my diploma and things would be straightFind out my graduation cops came and tried to put me on the gateI ran though, with the diploma that I ownedWith cops chasing me all the way til I got homeI got away gain, why, you know what I did?I ran my black ass home and to them Im still a fugitiveTwo years went by, me running from the copsMy mom looked at my dad, my dad said "Son, this has gotta stop"Dad gave me money, he said, "Son, this is for ya"I went to Garden City to go get me a lawyerI went to jail, Monday I was in jail through FridayWhen youre black and youre in trouble man does your lawyer get paidThen my moms told the judge "My sons a good child"Then he laughed at my mother and said "Then take us to trial"I told my mom and dad I felt withinIf we took Suffux County to court or trial, I know I wouldnt winSo without a doubt, like any black kid in Suffux countyK-S-O-L-O had to cop outTo sixteen months in RiverheadInstead of fighting and wilding, I wrote my records insteadComisarry was ???, inmates owed meCOs would beat me up on shakedowns, but now those suckers know meAnd I laugh at those cops who arrest me for what I didCause Im hooked and no longer am I a fugitive[ Fugitive Lyrics ]

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