Yea   For Zane, my future      Hook:      Man I feel like a runaway slave   Can’t calm down   Never gon behave   My back to the wind   My spirit in the sky   I’m never giving in   Middle finger up high   And even when I die   Don’t shed a tear when I’m laid   I feel like a runaway slave   I said I feel like a runaway slave   Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave      Listen…      Verse 1:      I could die before I get rich never touch a mill   Die before my album drops never sell a mill   Die before I get to see how success feels   Die before any of my dreams are fulfilled   Die before I really start livin out my plans   Die before I see my son grow into a man   Die before my niggas come home from they bids   Die before I truly learn how to really live   Now it feels like I know death   Gotta watch my own steps      Wonder my niggaz aint around cuz they all left   Pride in the ring contemplating on my own death   Shots fly niggaz tryin to kill my on my doorstep   How they gon remember me? What’ll be my legacy?   How they gon talk about me when they pour that hennessy?   That nigga thug, that nigga was a rider   That nigga was one hell of a survivor   Niggaz in the pen with no money for bail   Every nigga on the run tryin to stay up outta jail   I could feel ya…      Yea I know, hold on and be strong my niggas      Hook:      Man I feel like a runaway slave   Can’t calm down   Never gon behave   My back to the wind   My spirit in the sky   I’m never giving in   Middle finger up high   And even when I die   Don’t shed a tear when I’m laid   I feel like a runaway slave   I said I feel like a runaway slave   Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave      Verse 2:      I could die before I bring happiness to my momma   Die before I make peace with my baby momma   Die before I squash all my bullshit drama   Die but don’t cry this is death before dishonor   This is my last will and testament   Listen to my testament   Please raise Zane to be a leader and a gentleman   I don’t have regrets all the times that I was negligent   Standing in the courtroom fronting like im innocent   Look at how I came up   Duckin undercover men   Friends getting railroaded hung by his government   This is what they made me   Hell is what they gave me   Homies coming home on parole but they ain’t free   Look at me, look at life, how im supposed to change huh?   Im feelin like a runaway slave ma   Cant calm down I refuse to be tamed   Standing in these 4 walls banging on the cage   Niggaz on the jail bus handcuffed and chained   When its said and done they gon remember my name   Now mommy in the front row, sittin at my funeral   Everybody cryin’, just another death as usual   You feel me?      Hook:      Man I feel like a runaway slave   Can’t calm down   Never gon behave   My back to the wind   My spirit in the sky   I’m never giving in   Middle finger up high   And even when I die   Don’t shed a tear when I’m laid   I feel like a runaway slave   I said I feel like a runaway slave   Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave