Caxton Press – Running Lyrics
Lyrics
Intro
- I gotta keep on running,
- (Gotta keep on running),
- Caxton Press – still running.
Verse 1
- 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.
Verse 2
- 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.
Amy True
- 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.
Verse 4
- 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…
Outro
- You’re running away
- You’re running away.