Running Lyrics

Running by Caxton Press

• I gotta keep on running,
• (Gotta keep on running),
• Caxton Press – still running.

• I’m running to escape the madness,
• Running through the pain like I’m Paula Radcliffe,
• Running from the taxman,
• Running from the cops,
• Yet I’m going nowhere like I’m running on the spot,
• But I can’t stop; I can’t escape,
• You see I’m being caught up by my past mistakes,
• Certain things in my life that I can’t erase,
• But I’m a hit the ground running in this marketplace,
• And on my darkest days, I’ll pursue my cause,
• To bet against me is betting on the losing horse,
• I’m a proven source,
• Shine bright like a human torch,
• Deliver words like food for thought,
• Check the news report,
• It’s the Caxton Press,
• Shit’ll bang so hard it’ll crack your head,
• And I plan to command respect,
• See we won’t stop running till I’m touched by the hands of death.

• Yo, I need to get away,
• Find a better day,
• Recapture the focus I lost ‘cos I let it stray,
• And set it straight before I reach heaven’s gate,
• Dedicate my life, so in death I can celebrate,
• I dun slept all depressed on a bed of hate,
• Dwelling on the past, now my target’s to elevate,
• Penetrate through the sounds that we generate,
• Caxton Press – catching heads when I let it spray,
• Born to devastate,
• Running from no man,
• Switch up the programme,
• And shouts to my old fam,
• Holding on to the world with both hands,
• I lost close friends over grams of the coke can,
• This ain’t a slow jam,
• We make the road bang,
• I bring you close to the pulse of my homeland,
• At street level to the grains of cold sand,
• We shout to the masses forever my soul span,
• Keep on running,
• I gotta keep on running.

• You really know I got a flow,
• I keep running from these negative forces,
• By sons and daughters trying to slaughter my integrity,
• Not yet appropriate to roll with me,
• I’ve been to dark places in my mind,
• No I ain’t playing games,
• I’ve had enough of them flipping my switches,
• Straight adrenaline,
• Running fast but they’re still pedalling,
• Like ? medicine,
• I ain’t chilling with these boys in the hood no more,
• And bye to these police not taking care of kids and living like whores,
• I think my life is worth more,
• I want to run away but run towards my sanity,
• I see the light my friend with clarity,
• Fuck all this vanity,
• Make sure that your soul’s in check,
• Tie your laces tight, and spread your wings,
• And then we check ?,
• Check to see if these pretenders,
• Trying to fly with me,
• Always talking shit as if they’re righteous,
• Dissing silently.

• Cocaine, presidents and Thatcher’s decline,
• Manhattan crumbled the day that Marilyn died,
• The wind blows a thousand stories,
• Every gust whispers death or glory,
• And gets deafened by the sound of truth,
• Mountains move while I etch my story,
• And scars the heart of a clouded booth,
• Till I’m out the room,
• Surrounded by anti-humans who tracking movements,
• But I doubt their views,
• I’m going out to prove,
• A call to arms so all the farms,
• Can fall apart,
• Start supporting the born and starve,
• Turn the corner,
• Stop the torture,
• Bystanders are walking past,
• ‘Cos they’re taught to ignore the part,
• Trying to see through a wall of glass,
• No thought, just our thoughts command,
• Till we forget who we ever are,
• Son and daughters not a false alarm,
• Begin the march up to Leningrad,
• It’s like…

• You’re running away
• You’re running away.

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