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Run A Train
J. Cole, Future
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Do you know 'bout my passion?
Do you know 'bout my pain?
Do you know 'bout my struggle?
Do you know 'bout Jermaine?
They say the Lord's timing is divine
And I walk with Him, so that explains mine
Cold deep down, you may find all that pain creates a strange bond
Slums connected like the drums in a bassline
Petrified of death and poverty, I chase mine
Like breathalyzer tests, I'm tryna walk a straight line
Meditating for a better state in my deranged mind
'Til I saw the Buddha pose and realized he throwing gang signs
I guess the lesson is you can't escape crime
Even when the strays flying, I remain calm
Vietnam, you my heart, but at the same time
If I'm being honest, I can feel that flame dying
So I'm riding through the city streets
Reaching for a memory to hang on
Going backwards like a penalty to
See a younger me, but that day's gone
Wild times, looking up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?
Remember when they ain't respond when you hollered?
Funny how a few dollars can change minds
Do you know 'bout my passion?
Do you know 'bout my pain?
Do you know 'bout my struggle?
Do you know 'bout Jermaine?
Tiptoes is down on the pain
Umbrellas don't stop no rain
They die every day
The world is running a train
Size of pipsqueak, lean on survival instincts
On back streets where they tearing up hearts like them guys in -NSYNC
Codeine in they soda, dirty popping plus how the ends meet
While serving rock on deserted blocks, tryna cause a frenzy
To profit quickly, I'm passing by, my pockets empty
Tryna make a legal dollar seem harder than guarding Wimby
When you're hardly six feet tall, if somehow I could ball
I better work hard on my handles 'cause niggas gon' try to rip me
Don't wanna R.I.P., but if I leave, no God'll lift me
I'd rather sit inside a Bentley and
Be the owner like providing kidneys
I know the love does not extend deep
I choose my homies wisely, seen too many die from friends' beef
Big dreams to change the world back when I'd ride a ten-speed
Youthful delusion, thinking through music I could end grief
When too many bodies get piled up in these rivals' histories
So stopping this violence is like bringing the guys a strip piece
So I'm riding through the city streets
Reaching for a memory to hang on
Going backwards like a penalty to
See a younger me, but that day's gone
Wild times, looking up at cloud nine, how high can Jermaine climb?
Remember when they ain't respond when you hollered?
Funny how a few dollars can change minds
Do you know 'bout my passion?
Do you know 'bout my pain?
Do you know 'bout my struggle?
Do you know 'bout Jermaine?
Tiptoes is down on the pain
Umbrellas don't stop no rain
They die every day
The world is running a train
The world is running a train
The world is running a train
The world is running a train
The world is running a train
For your world
In our world
In our world
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