I'm running from police
In the middle of the night
I was minding my own business
Wasn't looking for a fight
All of a sudden
I'm running through barbed wire
I can hear the cop behind me
And he isn't very far
I wonder what i did
As i'm running across the lawns
There's no way they traced me
Back to those fucking bombs
I see the colors flashing
Red blue red blue on the houses
I dive through metal garbage
Cut to shit i hit the ground
I don't see the cop
But i hear his fucking dogs
They're trying to detect me
But i'm really camouflaged
I'm bleeding in thе dirt
And my skin smells like rust
I can see the dogs еyes shine
Through the dark and dust
They circle back around
They don't know where i am
Their red and blue keeps flashing
And i wish i had a gram
I crawl along the fenceline
Unable to be seen
One of the cops
Is looking at porn on his screen
I push a metal scaffolding
Into the middle of the road
Hoping it'll confuse them
So their searching will be slowed
I run across the highway
Into the shadows of the hills
I hear a dog start barking
And it's giving me the chills
The red and blue keeps flashing
I don't know where i am
I'm running into the darkness
And i don't have a plan
There isn't any streetlights
Just old houses and some trees
If they catch me
They'll never set me free
Black The Blue was produced by Randy Prozac.