[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Intro Sample] Get away, while you can [Verse 1 Joe Scudda] Champagne wishes and Caviar dreams That life is a thing that my people never seen Hands never clean, dirt under fingernails Feeling like a donkey while the boss playing pin the tail Happens all the time when you out there on the grind I know people with degrees in them unemployment lines Fuck catching breaks, they tryna catch a check Pay the light bill, pray they needs getting met Put them on they sweat, say them on they fret By the coming weeks, dress all aint that And what do you expect, it really aint surprising With the lack of jobs and the gas keeps rising I dont wanna regret a day, that I didnt take a chance to make it a better day Had to figure out a better way Theres some people like me on they job, trying to get away [Hook Colin Munroe] We come, we live, we go You know its only a lifetime You better find something to say because We come, we live, we go And until you see your last day Its moment to moment Take a moment to get away [Verse 2] I see my momma working hard for the fam But it hurts me as a man, I can get her out a jam I try to take the little money that I make Break a little bread, go and lend a hand As I reflect, on what I just said My dad two months in on a hospital bed My eyes bloodshot red If I gotta watch him go, then Im better off dead Cause I aint tryna see it, I wish you could believe it Would be better forever, cause help I really need it And I aint too conceded, to ask you for a hand Cause I know as a man with a boost Imma reach it Stand on my own, spread my wings Soaring through the clouds, getting out dreams, doing my thing Make my folks proud, cause I love to see em smile when we living like kings Yeah we gotta get away [Hook] [Verse 3] You cant understand or phathom How tough it is for me to pen this I tried to smile, but for some while Its been hard cause my pain is endless I search my soul, try to to reflect Live straight, dont worry bout the angles I thought I was done with this record But my pops went to rest with the angles So I had to relive his death Sitting by his bed, watching his last breath And I can still hear mom screaming Lord please, with her hand on her chest And everybody in the room crying Hardest shit I ever seen no lying So pops, you gone live through me And Imma make you proud or Imma die trying Im gonna get away [Hook]
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