[Voice in Background]

Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo

[Master P talking]

My ancestor Kunta Kinte said

We come over to this bitch smiling on a banana boat

(And they fucked our bitches and raped them)

They never told us what the fuck we came over here for

(Call us jiggaboos)

And did deals with the Indians

(Wild Coyotes)

Ain't no fuckin body ever did no deals with no black folks

[Chorus] x 4

We run away slaves

(Run nigga run)

They say we free then put guns to our head

[Master P]

Now the cops try to arrest me and these bitches wanna test me

My ??? scream P don't let the master get the best of me

The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't sleep

They put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy

That's us, some say in God we fuckin trust

The slavery's fuckin over but the world is messed up

Black on black crime, either you poor or you blind

Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin time

Some niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch

The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich

Then they slam my fuckin dreams like b-ball

Killin chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs

No houses, no meals, no seven acres

Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa hate us

Now lady heroin steady gettin money

Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted

And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady cryin

I'm walkin the straight line keepin my people off the grind

Probation and parole, niggaz in four doors

This ain't for the radio but you run away poor folks

[Chorus] x 4

[Master P talking]

For all the muthafuckin runaways out there