Accent, Kinetics - Runaround lyrics
[Accent, Kinetics - Runaround lyrics]
I have no place to go where did I go wrong?
Running all the time where is home?
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 where is home?
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 where is home?
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
Running all the time where is home?
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 where is home?
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 where is home?
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