Runaround (Feat. Kinetics)

I have no place to go
Where did I go wrong?
Running all the time x2
Where is home?

[Accent]
One night to the next, where am I gonna rest?
Likely a bench or it might be some steps
Life is a mess and hunger pains are like a knife to the chest
Get me something riper and fresh with slices of flesh
It’s nice to be blessed, cool water and a white piece of bread
Will keep me a’ight for a sec’ but Jesus Christ I am big
It’s way too hard to keep my little faith relying on him
I’m dying for help so I find myself denying those things
I’m crying again, seems as though I always sigh when it ends
Dirty fingers massage the temples at my sides when I’m tense
Mindful of stench so when I stink at fire hydrants I’ll rinse
Or in the bathroom at the park I’ll wash right in the sink
Under the grime and the grit I discover white and some pink
Guess I forgot the lighter tint to my own type of skin
A silver spoon without a bowl to dip it pridelessly in
Darker man got some boxes, I’ma try to lie next to him…

I have no place to go
Where did I go wrong?
Running all the time x2
Where is home?
[Accent]
I am asleep in Tompkins, deeply unconscious
Needing this silence but beeping coppers shriek their policing sirens
Like a screaming ambulance, ‘cept they’re what my reason for harm is
Now this feeling on me, slow, speedily exceeds exhaustion
I’m a zombie, hungry for meat with nothing to eat
What is for me to stuff in cheek? But there’s nothing but people ’round me
They surround me, hundreds of these with money to squeeze
What do they see, roughness in me or a touch of what seaps from under…
My subconscious? A wonder’f I’ll be someone who keeps
From punching in weeks, that much I need but I’m stuck as another being
And my façade is, covering me uncomfortably
I want to breach a way further and worthier peak so far beyond this
But for now it is where can I go for shelter?
It’s cold as hell outside even though all the snow has melted
And no one else is nearby, hereby I’m roaming helpless
I don’t remember who my self is. Around I’ll run until then

I have no place to go
Where did I go wrong?
Running all the time x2
Where is home?

[Kinetics]
Look at my hands, look what I get for workin’ here
I gave you blood, sweat and tears for like thirty years
I gave you everything I had, thought I’d let you know
So when things are getting bad, why am I the first to go?
Personally man I prefer the person is reprimanded
That would be better than letting him exiting empty handed
Whatever happened to batting for the seniority?
The people never matter the profit is the priority
All I got left is a shirt with a blue collar
An outstretched pocket, a wallet with two dollars
Bummin’ in this runaround, ’till the money come around
Man I should have never put that paintbrush down
Imagine what would happen if I had kept at it every night
Luckily my son found that brush and turned into a mic
And I heard he was makin’ it as an artist
Hopefully he’ll finish what I started…runaround