Run Thru

Oh s**t run! oh s**t run! oh s**t run thru the ghetto.

They will hear you.

Mornin' bell tolls at home, rings loud back where I come from, calls me back.

Often times I would hope and pray, then faith came my way.

Oh s**t run! oh...

It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me.

Oh s**t run! oh...

It's what appears to me, it's wha appears to me.

It's what appears to me.

Ahhhhhhhh...