Run Thru

Oh shit run! oh shit run! oh shit run thru the ghetto.
They will hear you.
Mornin' bell tolls at home, rings loud back where I come from, calls me back.
Often times I would hope and pray, then faith came my way.
Oh shit run! oh...
It's what appears to me, it's what appears to me.
Oh shit run! oh...
It's what appears to me, it's wha appears to me.
It's what appears to me.
Ahhhhhhhh...