Running

I got a keep on running

Keep on running

Keep on running

Keep on running

I'm running to escape the madness

Running through the pain like I'm Paula Radcliffe

Running from the taxman

Running from the cops

Yet I'm going nowhere like I'm running on the spot

But I can't stop

I can't escape

You see I'm being caught up by my past mistakes

Certain things in my life that I can't erase

But I'm a hit the ground running in this market place

And on my darkest days I'll pursue my cause

To bet against me is betting on the losing horse

I'm a proven source

Shine bright like a human torch

Deliver words like food for thought

Check the news report

It's the Caxton Press

She'll bang so hard it'll crack your head

And I plan to command respect

See we won't stop running till I'm touched by the hands of death

Yo I need to get away

Find a better day

Recapture the focus I lost cos' I let it stray

And set it straight before I reach heaven's gate

Dedicate my life so in death I can celebrate

I dun slept all depressed on a bed of hate

Dwelling on the past now my target's to elevate

Penetrate through the sounds that we generate

Caxton Press – catching heads when I let it spray

Born to devastate

Running from no man

Switch up the programme

I shout to my old fans

Holding on to the world with both hands

I lost close friends over grams of the coke can

This ain't a slow jam

We make the road bang

I bring you close to the pulse of my homeland

At street level to the grains of cold sand

We shout to the masses forever my soul span

I got a Keep on running

Keep on running

Keep on running

Yeah you really know I got a flow

I keep running from these negative forces

By sons and daughters trying to slaughter my integrity

Not yet appropriate to roll with me

I've been to dark places in my mind

Now I ain't playing games

I've had enough of them flipping my switches

Straight adrenaline

Running fast but they're still pedalling

Like the medicine

I ain't chilling with these boys in the hood no more

And bye to these police not taking care of kids and living like whores

I think my life is worth more

I want to run away but run towards my sanity

I see the light my friend with clarity

F**k all this vanity

Make sure that your soul's in check

Tie your laces tight and spread your wings

And then we check

Check to see if these pretenders

Trying to fly with me

Always talking sh*t as if they're righteous

Dissing silently

Coc*ine presidents and Thatcher's decline

Manhattan crumbled the day that Marilyn died

The wind blows a thousand stories

Every gust whispers death or glory

And gets deafened by the sound of truth

Mountains move while I etch my story

And scars the heart of a clouded booth

Till I'm out the room

Surrounded by anti-humans who tracking movements

But I doubt their views

I'm going out to prove

A call to arms so all the farms

Can fall apart

Start supporting the born and starve

Turn the corner

Stop the torture

Bystanders are walking past

'Cos they're taught to ignore the part

Trying to see through a wall of glass

No thought just our thoughts command

Till we forget who we ever are

Son and daughters not a false alarm

Begin the march up to Leningrad

It's like

You're running away

You're running away

You're running away