The Fugitive

[Intro]
Cop 1: What happened?
Cop 2: She was shot in the alley. Took two in the shoulder. Must've been pretty close range
Cop 1: Is she gonna make it?
Cop 2: It's touch and go lieutenant. The patrol officers didn't bother to wait for an ambulance. They drove her in right away. I'm waiting for a report from the hospital
Cop 1: I suppose this is all related to our dead friend on the sidewalk
Cop 2: It seems that way
Cop 1: Ha, you oughta be a detective you know that? Who is he?

[Verse One: Akrobatik]
I didn't do shit, now the cops got me running for my life
Saying that I shot some clown nigga and my wife
And now I gotta flee the scene
Cause I know that if they bust 41 I'll catch at least 19
Or maybe 25 through the system
Guilty by association, a killer from long distance
Six weeks on the low with few friends and fewer ends
If I eat on any given day depends
Just a week ago a cop spotted me at Wendy's
Hit him with my last 50 he turned to Officer Friendly
Crushed with no hope and still thinking about my baby
Can't jump the gun but she cheated on me maybe
And right now shit is not gravy
I'm wanted dead or alive and everybody's looking shady
My health is going, I got months to live
Will I ever prove my innocence or just remain a fugitive?

[Scratch Hook] {x2}
"You're talking to a fugitive who'll serve your crew" - Esoteric 'Speaking Real Words'
"Usual Suspect like Kyze Soze but would the cops let me slide? No way" - Mr. Lif 'Elektro'
"You know the deal" - Esoteric 'Speaking Real Words'
"You won't tell, I won't tell" - Nice & Smooth 'Hip Hop Junkies'

[Verse Two: Akrobatik]
I'm on the dolo
A Fugitive like K-Solo
No criminal record, never had to deal with po-po
Now I'm being framed cause bodies were found slain
And one of 'em shared my last name so I'm feeling pain
The cops want to bring me in for questioning mayne
But I'm a journalist, I know about the interview game
A couple of questions, turns in to signed confessions
And preparation for the metal toilet seat session
So I'm jetting
This cat they ain't catching
Grew a beard and cut my dreads, fuck the composition sketching
I feel delirious
My brain is haunted
On the TV screen at Macy's on America's Most Wanted
I need a hero, Bob Shaprio, Johnny Cochran
But I'm poor and can't afford it so I'm dipping round the block again
My health is going, I got months to live
Will I ever prove my innocence or just remain a fugitive?

[Scratch Hook]

[Outro: Akrobatik talking]
Just a man on the run. Part one