Get Away - Statik Selektah, Joe Scudda, Colin Munroe

Champagne wishes and Caviar dreams

That life is a thing that my people never seen

Hands never clean, dirts on the fingernails

Feeling like a donkey while the boss playing pin the tail

Happens all the time when you at the underground

I know people with the in the unemployment lines

catching breaks, they try’na catch a check

Pay the light bill, pray they needs getting met

Put them on they sweat, say they

coming weeks, dress on they necks

They wanna, it really is surprising

With the lack of charge and the gas keeps rising

I don’t wanna regret a day, that I didn’t take a chance to make it a better day

Had to figure out a better way

There’s some people like me on they charge, tryna get away

(We come, we live, we go)

You know it’s only a lifetime

You better find something to say because

(We come, we live, we go)

And until you see your last day

It’s moment to moment

Take a moment to get away

I see my momma working hard for the fam'

But it hurts me as a man, I can get a righter jam

I tryna take lil' money that I make

Break a little bread, goal in the hand

As I reflect, on what I just said

My dad two months in on a hospital bed

My eyes blushed out red

If I gotta watch him go, then I’m better off dead

Cause I ain’t tryna see it, I wish I could believe it

Would be better forever, cause help I really need it

And I ain’t 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

Sowing through the clouds, getting out dreams, doing my thing

Make my foes proud, cause I love to see 'em smile when we living like kings

Yeah we gotta get away

You can’t understand the

How though it is for me to pin this

I tried to smile, but for some while

It’s been hard cause my pain is endless

I search my soul, try’na to reflect

Live straight, don’t worry bout the angles

I thought I was done with this record

But my pop 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’ve ever seen no lying

Pops, you gone live through me

And Imma make you proud or I’m gonna die trying

I’m gonna get away