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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Akon
Akon
Stimme und Gesang
Millie Jackson
Millie Jackson
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Homer Banks
Homer Banks
Songwriter:in
Carl Hampton
Carl Hampton
Songwriter:in
Raymond Jackson
Raymond Jackson
Songwriter:in
Aliaune Thiam
Aliaune Thiam
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Akon
Akon
Produzent:in
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mischtechniker:in
Kirk Bray
Kirk Bray
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Paroles

I'm sitting on my porch watchin' the law As they ride past in their patrol car So tell me why I feel like the enemy They suppose to be here protecting me (ah) I might have went too far Helping to contribute to makin' they job hard Serving fiends like these people ain't no enemy I can't believe I'm out here killin' my community (ah) If you knew how far I came (far I came) Where I am, and where I used to be (where I use to be) Don't want it, you can tell by the look at me (by the look at me) This gangster life ain't no longer in me And I'm Tired of the running, tired of the running Tired of the running Running from the law (running from the law) Baby, you gotta believe me I said I'm Tired of the running, tired of the running Tired of the running Running from the law (running from the law) Baby, you gotta believe me I know there's things I could've changed, girl I know there's things I could've done a lot better Instead I'm in the streets tryin' to make that cheddar Thinking in my mind that you gon' be there forever I know I could've let it all go (let it all go) But I was thinking it would make life better (make life better) Instead I'm sitting in my cell writing this letter (writin' this letter) Thought I wouldn't get caught 'cause I was way too clever (way too clever) I learned there's no one to catch you when you're falling And there be no one to hear you when you calling Do you know what it's like to wake up in the morning (in the morning) While you starve you're hearing bugs crawling (bugs Crawling)? Reminiscin' on them days you was walking With pretty women on your arm while you's flossing Thankful that I didn't end up in a coffin' (in the coffin') Somethin' we see too often Tired of the running, tired of the running Tired of the running Running from the law (running from the law) Baby, you gotta believe me Said I'm tired Tired of the running, tired of the running Tired of the running Running from the law (running from the law) Baby, you gotta believe me Tired of the running, tired of the running Tired of the running Running from the law (running from the law) Baby, you gotta believe me Said I'm tired
Writer(s): Homer Banks, Raymond E. Jackson, Aliaune Thiam, Carl Mitchell Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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