Flip flops, a leather jacket, and some baggy pants
Pants so baggy make your shit look like Peter Pan's
Hop across the train track, pull up on my backpack
And jump a fence into private land
It ain't trespassing
I'm just passing through
Couldn't keep me out with a fucking twenty two
Excuse me and fuck you
I was raised by good people
Didn't rub off, that shit was glued
I Hope that you don't get me
A double attainder is just hoping you get misconstrued
These days it seems I just can't keep from running
Even though I know that when I cease to run I will cease to be hunted
These days it seems I just can't keep from running

I cut through
I cut through
I cut through
I cut through
I cut through
I cut through
Let me go or unload, either way I cut through to the other side
I cut through
I cut through
I cut through
I cut through
I cut through
I cut through
Let me go or unload, either way I cut through to the other side

Sweaty, bleeding from my feet
Hope that I don't get shot at
It's a display of defeat if the homeowner sees you hauling ass
Sometimes I stop and ask could this be my last chance to be me?
Will I bleed out beneath the purple sky and die in the tall grass?
I ain't fine with that, But it might be what I receive
This shortcut just might be my last
So this my middle finger to the ones who packing heat
And belong to the upperclass
Why should I use the street
When your property gets me there twice as fast

There's warriors on the corners
It's me their after when I pass
I'd tie a noose and swing from rafters
Just so we won't have to cross paths
They want what I want
They need what I have
I'd say you don't know shit if you said my life is in my own hands

If I heard me on the radio
If you heard me hear me on the radio
They say I used to be the guy that knows
Bright lights, warm nights, foreign words
This shit ain't mellow
I'd say that's some scary shit