Cop 1: What happened? Cop 2: She was shot in the alley. Took two in the shoulder. Must've been pretty close range Cop 1: Is she gonna make it? Cop 2: It's touch and go lieutenant. The patrol officers didn't bother to wait for an ambulance. They drove her in right away. I'm waiting for a report from the hospital Cop 1: I suppose this is all related to our dead friend on the sidewalk Cop 2: It seems that way Cop 1: Ha, you oughta be a detective you know that? Who is he?
[Verse One: Akrobatik] I didn't do shit, now the cops got me running for my life Saying that I shot some clown nigga and my wife And now I gotta flee the scene Cause I know that if they bust 41 I'll catch at least 19 Or maybe 25 through the system Guilty by association, a killer from long distance Six weeks on the low with few friends and fewer ends If I eat on any given day depends Just a week ago a cop spotted me at Wendy's Hit him with my last 50 he turned to Officer Friendly Crushed with no hope and still thinking about my baby Can't jump the gun but she cheated on me maybe And right now shit is not gravy I'm wanted dead or alive and everybody's looking shady My health is going, I got months to live Will I ever prove my innocence or just remain a fugitive?
[Scratch Hook] {x2} "You're talking to a fugitive who'll serve your crew" - Esoteric 'Speaking Real Words' "Usual Suspect like Kyze Soze but would the cops let me slide? No way" - Mr. Lif 'Elektro' "You know the deal" - Esoteric 'Speaking Real Words' "You won't tell, I won't tell" - Nice & Smooth 'Hip Hop Junkies'
[Verse Two: Akrobatik] I'm on the dolo A Fugitive like K-Solo No criminal record, never had to deal with po-po Now I'm being framed cause bodies were found slain And one of 'em shared my last name so I'm feeling pain The cops want to bring me in for questioning mayne But I'm a journalist, I know about the interview game A couple of questions, turns in to signed confessions And preparation for the metal toilet seat session So I'm jetting This cat they ain't catching Grew a beard and cut my dreads, fuck the composition sketching I feel delirious My brain is haunted On the TV screen at Macy's on America's Most Wanted I need a hero, Bob Shaprio, Johnny Cochran But I'm poor and can't afford it so I'm dipping round the block again My health is going, I got months to live Will I ever prove my innocence or just remain a fugitive?