Papa, he was gone tryna make a dime,
Mama kept us warm when there was no sunshine,
I was busy building up a reputation,
Did a lot of things out of desperation,
Back up on my feet, got the motivation,
Now I found my faith and a good vibration.
Search for you, lover, creation,
When you’re feeling down in this place, just replace them,
Keep a vision on the one you’ve been chasing,
When the time comes, we’ll run to the station.
We’ve been laced with the powers of creation,
So when the sun sets, you bet you must face them,
Remember when we were running ‘cross the nation,
We were living for the here and now
You can’t catch me,
I’ll be gone by the time they come.
You can’t catch me,
The war is already won.
Even though the children have sold their guns,
We must remember the fallen ones,
Remember the fallen ones.
Raised in the capital of Port-au-Prince,
Born with them pillars in them tenements,
Papa used to run from the immigration
When we got to the United Station,
A teen under pressure, had to blend in,
Before the guitar I had a MAC-10.
Search for you, lover, creation,
When you’re feeling down in this place, just replace them,
Keep a vision on the one you’ve been chasing,
When the time comes, we’ll run to the station.
We’ve been laced with the powers of creation,
So when the sun sets, you bet you must face them,
Remember when we were running ‘cross the nation,
We were living for the here and now
You can’t catch me,
I’ll be gone by the time they come.
You can’t catch me,
The war is already won.
Even though the children have sold their guns,
We must remember the fallen ones,
Remember the fallen ones.