Run, Run, Run

[Chorus]
Running from the guns
Point and shoot, we used to play up on the playground
Running from the guns
Who thought hardest part would be for me to stay down?
Running from the guns
Breaks my heart if you decide to fly away now
Running from the guns, I am
Running from the guns

[Verse 1]
I make the devil mad dancin' with you
All the angels lookin' jealous 'cause ya halo is hoops
Hoverin' over your shoulders, wings usually is folded
I'm not used to extending them to tell you the truth
Pull me off the wall, growing my roots
Sheesh, what I'm running from, following suit
We needed more distance, so they wouldn’t pursue
'Cause up herе, I'm making Icarus envious too
Of my soles and wings and freedoms
And the songs thеy’ll sing when I see 'em
Moving on my own, put the dreaming aside
Everybody on the porch looked up to the sky
Friends getting mad but before they knew
Suddenly my niggas started lifting up too
Through the clouds, brown shoulders broke right on through
With eyes watching God, my heart stays on...

[Chorus: Group, McKinley Dixon]
Running from the guns (...You)
Point and shoot, we used to played up on the playground (Bang, bang)
Running from the guns
Who thought hardest part would be for me to stay down?
Running from the guns
Breaks my heart if you decide to fly away now
Running from the guns, I am
Running from the guns

[Verse 2]
I saw that boy, then I saw his soles
Wondering what songs this canary holds
Glad he off the wall and his wings unfold
Whole block gon' cheer when he makes it home
Holding heavy hearts really makes it worse
'Til we found the only way for us to lift this curse
If we run to a place where they know our worth
Sun talked, said it's not my last day on earth
Hurry up, it's across the ridge
My gramps wants to fly so I scratch that itch
And if niggas crying with they arms raised
That should imply that I’m in this bitch
Nights on the car hood, laid out crucified
Grew much more from the love that you provide
Standing on stage, hold back both teary eyes
Looking at my niggas like I'm glad all of you survived
We can make that work
Know you was tripping on being locked to the Earth
Worry later, no time for us to focus on what's past tense
And besides, none of our problems getting over that fence
So lock both your hands, act like you been known
Setting off fireworks, you know my kinfolks
12 round the corner, they judging our sins, ho
Once your feet hit that gravel, nigga just run

[Chorus: Group, McKinley Dixon]
Running from the guns
Point and shoot, we used to played up on the playground
Running from the guns
Who thought hardest part would be for me to stay down?
Running from the guns
Breaks my heart if you decide to fly away now
Running from the guns
I am
Running from the gun—(Bang)