The Underground Railroad (2021) s01e02 Episode Script

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[insects trilling]
- [bird caws]
- [wind whistles]
♪
[Ridgeway] So
She left the okra.
But
took the seeds.
Took her mother's birthright
because she doesn't know
where her mammy is.
She's not running to somewhere.
Just running away.
That's good.
Homer, take this down.
[sniffles]
Escaped from her legal master
in Georgia.
Slave girl,
by the name of Cora.
Of medium height
and dark complexion.
[Homer]
"Has a star-shaped mark
on her temple from an injury.
Possessed of a spirited
nature
and devious method."
[Mr. Fields] For the first time
ever, these savages
from the darkest
jungles of Africa
are traveling on the vast ocean.
They've never seen the ocean
like that before.
For the first time ever,
they spoke with the white man,
- [murmuring]
- and learned his language,
instead of the gobbledygook
that they used to speak
in darkest Africa.
For the first time ever,
they had a proper cup of tea.
[children] Mmm!
And guess what they drank out of
in the depths
of the darkest Africa?
- Human skulls.
- [gasping]
[Mr. Fields] Ooh
[children laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
♪
[Iris] You got a dress
for Saturday?
[Betty] Mm-hmm, you seen it.
The pink one.
I had to use scrip,
but, uh, it was worth it.
- [Iris] Girl, scrip will be
the death of me.
- [Betty] Mm-hmm.
Ain't never gonna get
out of debt.
[Betty] Hey, Bessie,
you got a dress yet?
You even going to the social,
Miss Bookworm?
Mm-mmm. If Christian gonna
be there, then you gots to go.
- [Betty] Mm.
- [Cora] Don't be silly.
- He's sweet on you.
- We're friends, is all.
Child, that man look at you
like a puppy.
Mm-hmm. A puppy
that want to hump your leg.
- [laughter]
- [knocking]
- Good work today, ladies.
- [tapping on book]
- [women] Thank you, Mr. Fields.
- Yes, yes, yes.
Now, Bessie, listen,
I want you to work
on channeling
that African spirit, you see?
Uh, remember that "authenticity"
is our watchword, yes?
All these people
that come here,
they think they know
what this life was like,
but we got to show
them what it was really like.
Yes? For us, by us, huh?
"FUBU," huh? [chuckles]
Very good, very good.
Yes, yes.
♪
- [indistinct chatter]
- [horses neigh]
[horse snorts]
- [laughter]
- [busy chatter]
[busy chatter continues]
♪
♪
[train whistles]
[indistinct shouting]
[loud explosion]
- [Deacon] It's your damn fault!
- [Jacob] Man, don't you lie
on me, goddamn it.
- [men grunting]
- [man] Shut it all down!
Shut it down!
- Get off me!
- Mind your damn business, fool.
Goddamn it! When I say
I wants it done which way,
that's the way I wants it done.
You two fighting what make
that machine get bogged?
You two fighting what make
that machine get bogged?
I'm-a have you kicked back
to what hell you came from.
They did it like you said, boss.
Hell no, they didn't.
Uh, sorry, Mr. Abraham.
Y'all get back to work.
[indistinct chatter]
See, now, it says right here.
New process.
First take
You trying to tell me
how to read, boy?
No, sir.
Looks like we got us
a genius on deck, boys.
Genius. Get back to work.
[indistinct shouting]
[insects trilling]
[quiet chatter]
[man] A gentleman removes
his hat when entering a room,
when ladies are present.
When he meets a lady, he should
raise his hat gracefully.
Good.
Henrietta, would you try
Sorry I'm late, Miss Lucy.
Page 60 in your primer.
Henrietta, please continue.
I
- dey waits
- [laughter]
In Georgia, what we are
doing here is a crime.
I would be fined $100,
and you all would receive
39 lashes.
That's from the law.
[footsteps approaching]
It's hard to start from nothing.
A few weeks ago, some of you
were where Henrietta is now.
It takes time, patience.
Isn't that right, Bessie?
Good night. Good night.
Bessie.
Uh, I believe you were asking
after this?
- You can borrow it.
- [chuckles softly]
Gulliver's Travels, huh?
I never heard of it.
- Go on.
- Oh. Thank you, Miss Lucy.
I hope you enjoy it.
- [chuckles]
- Bessie?
Keep your head up.
[busy chatter]
That's gonna look real nice
on you, Bessie.
[chuckles]
Mm-hmm.
Gonna look like
the Queen of Egypt.
[bell tolling]
Mr. Christian Markson.
The doctor will see you now.
[door opens]
[Dr. Campbell] Ah, yes.
Please come forward.
- This won't take long.
- [door closes]
We are required to examine
every Negro involved
in a work-related incident.
Your name is Christian Markson,
yes?
Yes, sir.
Where are you from, Christian?
From
It's okay.
I'm not like the rest of them.
Born in Delaware,
raised in Mississippi, sir.
Mississippi?
I haven't spent
as much time in the South
as some of my colleagues,
but I
I wouldn't have taken you
for Mississippi.
It should be in the file,
Doctor.
It's not, actually.
The proctors hold your past.
We're only concerned
with your future.
Aptitude, not history.
I've never known
a white man to show much concern
for what Negroes are
mentally capable of.
You know what aptitude means.
How long have you
been able to read?
Uh
Th-th-they teaching us.
I doubt "aptitude"
is part of the curriculum.
You seemed taken with this one.
Locked on to it
when you came in.
You gave yourself away.
The Odyssey isn't approved
for Negro reading.
It's okay.
No one cares
that you can read, here.
Why, then, must they
be concerned with what I read?
Take the book.
I will write you a note
on official stationary.
No one will bother about it.
Thank you, Doctor.
Don't thank me, Christian.
Earn it.
Excuse me, sir?
I want you to come be
my assistant.
You can write and read
far beyond the level
of the typical Negro.
And I think there's
an opportunity here
for tremendous research
and unlimited progress.
I've got a, um, special project,
that needs a lot of help.
Welcome to your future.
♪
Sir.
[bell tolling]
[lively chatter]
[string quartet playing]
Quite a contraption
you have here, sir.
Why, thank you.
One of a handful of such devices
in the entire state.
There's a train coming.
Leaves tomorrow evening.
Have you told Cora?
No.
I haven't had a chance to.
As you might imagine,
she doesn't take too kindly
to the idea
of having her portrait taken.
All right, come a little closer?
- [lively chatter]
- [laughter]
[Caesar] Milady?
May I have this dance,
Miss Carpenter?
You may.
[flash powder ignites]
[Caesar] You're looking
mighty fine tonight,
Miss Bessie Carpenter.
Same to you, Christian Markson.
Is that so?
Yes, it is.
Fine things suit you.
And you, Mr. Markson.
And you.
♪
[crickets chirping]
[Caesar] Sam said
there's another train.
Leaves tomorrow night.
[Cora] He know
where it's headed?
[Caesar] No.
Didn't say.
Do you like it here?
Yeah.
I do.
The South is the South.
But
I got a new job.
Start Monday.
Working for one of the doctors
down in the Griffin building.
Well, I'm not surprised.
You got a shine in you, Caesar.
Always have.
I don't know about all that.
Just glad to be out
of that factory.
Glad to have the chance,
maybe
to use my mind for once.
Maybe we should stay.
We'll always have to pretend.
Some way, part ways.
Too much behind us.
But this
this is real, Cora.
You here.
I'm here. We here.
Together.
Please forgive me
if I was too bold.
[inhales sharply]
But when we danced
all the sudden
I saw our future.
Me coming home from work
to spend the night in your arms.
Us arguing over whether to call
our baby Ajarry or
something from the Bible,
or whatever you want.
It may be a lie.
But Markson is a name given
in a way damn well
more honorable than any
what was given by our masters.
One kiss and you're talking
about babies, huh?
[laughs]
If you want to stay
we stay.
I'm not getting
on that train without you.
We in this together.
♪
What we are doing here
in Griffin is unprecedented.
It is in the very best interests
of the Negro people,
and it would not be possible
without our generous sponsors,
- so let's give them all
a hand now.
- [cheering]
Together, we are building
a better Negro mind,
body and soul.
For the practical betterment.
[all] For the practical
betterment.
- Of Negro life!
- [all] Of Negro life!
- [Meg] No!
- [gasping]
- [murmuring]
They taking my babies!
They taking my babies! [sobbing]
No. They taking my babies.
- They taking my babies!
- You. Play, play.
You you taking my babies!
- You It's not right,
you can't
- [shushing]
You can't
you can't take my babies!
- [whispering]
- [muffled cries]
Stop it, stop it.
[crying] That's my babies.
Why, why? Why would you
Why would you do that?
Why would you do that?
Why?
[crying]
[operatic singing]
♪
♪
- [whip cracks]
- [Mr. Fields] You see?
- [whip cracks]
- Now that's-that's,
that's good,
but you-you're a bit stiff.
Loosen up.
Look behind you. Yeah.
- [whip cracks]
- That's-that's
It's better. Better.
Still, you look like you're
painting a fence. Loosen it up.
- [whip cracks]
- Albert, l-look.
There's room for improvement.
You you mind? May I?
Look here.
- You see? Let it flow.
- Yeah.
And if you like
You don't have to
if you don't feel comfortable,
but you could
you could add some dialogue,
you know? Like
"Stupid animal!"
- [whip cracks]
- How you like that, huh?
[whip cracks]
How that feel, huh?
- [whip cracks]
- Pick your quota!
You gonna pick your quota today,
or I'm gonna take the hide off
of every last one of you!
Those are just a few examples,
of course.
- [laughs]
- [Albert] Oh, that's
mighty impressive.
- Thank you.
- Oh, you've done this before,
I take it?
Ah, well, there was
That was a lifetime ago.
[laughter]
[Mr. Fields] Remember, stay
stay loose.
[Albert] Yes, sir.
[whip cracks]
[murmuring]
[Albert] You'll make your quota!
- Work!
- [whip cracks]
[whip cracking continues]
♪
[whip cracks]
[Betty] Ooh, child, it is hot
under them lights.
There she go, putting on
them gloves again.
You must be going to see
them white folks.
Doctor's appointment.
Hmm, who you got? Dr. Sinclair?
I don't know anymore.
Seem like it's a different one
every time.
- Ain't that the truth.
- Hmm.
My mama had a thing
with her heart.
Would've gave anything
in the world
to see one of
them white doctors.
Lord, if she could see me now.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Just keep thinking
about that girl
that went crazy at the social.
Yeah, they say the tests say
she had bad blood.
Hmm.
[busy chatter]
[horse whinnies]
[elevator whirring]
Sure hope you ain't denting
that brass,
'cause it'll come out of my pay.
- [shaky breathing]
- [gears squeal]
- [bell dings]
- [doors open]
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, good afternoon, sir.
- How you doing?
- Very well, thank you.
[horse neighs in distance]
How much is this?
Ah, let's see.
It's about
50 cents.
I could give it to you on scrip.
How much on scrip?
- Dollar 25.
- [scoffs]
Razor only costs you ten cents.
Yeah, and a whole mess of pain.
- Thank you, sir.
- [register bell dings]
[register drawer closes]
Hey, what's that?
"Vitamins," they call it.
Like root doctor
on the plantation.
Putting them in every bag.
They free.
Supposed to be good
for your blood.
- All right.
- All right, now.
[horse neighs]
[cowbell ringing]
♪
- [horses neighing]
- [busy chatter]
[door opens]
Bessie Carpenter?
Hi.
Bessie Carpenter.
Now, if you can, uh,
please try to relax.
[gasps]
[crying]
[shaky breathing]
The body, um
records things
that have happened to us.
[panting]
Your master?
My questions aren't
meant to be cruel.
I'm-I'm trying to determine,
as best as I can,
whether you can bear children.
Assuming that's
something you want.
After my mama left,
a bunch of older boys
took to calling me names,
bothering after me.
- [gasping] No.
- One night, they carried
me into the woods.
[sobbing] No. No, no, no.
No, no.
Well, uh, I'm pleased
to tell you about
a new procedure that can
free you from the burden
of childbirth.
It's a surgical technique
wherein the tubes inside a woman
are severed to prevent
the birth of a child.
The procedure is simple,
permanent and without risk.
This is a gift
to the Negro race.
What if I don't want to?
The choice is yours, of course.
As of right now, it is mandatory
for some in the state, uh,
Negro women who have already
birthed more than two children,
in the name of population
control imbeciles,
mentally unfit,
habitual criminals
but that doesn't apply to you,
Bessie.
This is just a chance for you
to take control
over your own destiny.
Now, I do need
to draw some blood.
Dr. Forster took about a pitcher
of my blood two weeks ago.
Probably felt like it,
but, uh
I'm guessing it wasn't
quite that much.
Make a fist for me.
Please.
Now, on three, I want you
to take a deep breath.
- One, two, three.
- [gasps softly]
[busy chatter]
- [children laughing]
- [excited chatter]
[child whoops]
- [excited chatter continues]
- [whooping]
♪
[proprietor] May I help you?
Where are the penny candies?
Ma'am?
The penny candies,
for the childrens.
Penny candies?
Never had none in here.
But y'all got to have candy
somewhere.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
We don't carry candy.
Oh.
[paper rustles]
- [coughing]
- [indistinct chatter]
[coughing continues]
Hey.
- [wheezes]
- Take 'em.
I been taking 'em, you hear?
Well, take some more.
I'm fine, I don't need 'em.
Anything I can do
to help get you well.
[sobs]
[Meg crying]
No. No, no
- Goddamn it.
- [screams]
[crying] That's my baby.
My baby.
[indistinct chatter]
[Meg] They taking him from me!
[man] It wasn't upstairs.
[woman] Haven't seen you
here before.
[laughter]
- [liquid pouring]
- [bounty hunter sighs]
[Meg crying in distance]
[grunts, exhales]
[bartender] That your nigger
screaming out there?
It is.
People's complaining.
Yeah, well, let 'em complain.
I got a business to run.
And here I thought niggers were
this state's business.
- [Meg] They taking my babies.
- Best be moving on
fore the sheriff comes.
Bring him.
I'll buy him a drink.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
He can't be in here.
- There's a boarding house
right down the street.
- Sit down.
It has cheap whiskey and lets
niggers sleep on the floor.
Thank you kindly.
I'll pass that on
to any niggers I see.
What about this
little nigger here?
Hmm?
Why, he is a nigger, indeed,
I'll grant you that.
Huh.
But he ain't sleeping
on no floor.
Not lest he chooses so his self.
[Meg] They're taking him
from me.
Cletus?
Cletus!
- [Cletus] Yes, sir!
- Watch the bar
- while I go fetch the sheriff.
- Yes, sir.
[mumbling] Little nigger's up
in my bar.
Got him a little ole
nigger hat on.
[muttering]
[door opens]
[door closes]
What you want?
[bottles rattle]
- [glasses rattling]
- Here.
Whiskey?
Mm-hmm.
So, I take it catching
slaves is your business?
Whatever pays is my business.
We hunting a murderer.
- [bounty hunter] That right?
- Yes, sir.
Huh.
Seen 'em?
Can't say that I have.
[Meg crying]
So, the one outside,
the cheery one.
That belong to you?
[bounty hunter sighs]
- Yeah.
- [Meg] My babies
She was living
in a strange town.
They got something
called a "skyscraper,"
and niggers all parading
around in fancy clothes.
A skyscraper?
[Homer] It's a house, boss.
Like a big old house.
Bigger and higher
than you've ever seen.
Touches the sky, almost.
Huh.
Where is this skyscraper?
[bounty hunter] It's not
too far.
Day or two ride.
Hmm.
♪
[metallic whirring]
[elevator rattles]
[bell dings]
[baby crying]
[crying continues]
[crying intensifies]
[typing]
[woman screams]
- [murmuring]
- [woman crying]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.
- [crying] Where's my baby?!
- [others shushing]
I want my baby!
[crying]
[shushing]
[man coughing]
[coughing intensifies]
- [gasping]
- [panicked chatter]
[man] What's going on?
[man 2] He's bleeding.
[man 3] I don't know, there's
something's wrong with him.
- [man 2] You all right?
- [indistinct chatter]
[Miss Lucy] Are you okay,
Bessie?
You look tired.
Oh, I didn't sleep too well
last night, ma'am.
Hmm, I'm sorry to hear that.
Bessie, please.
You can say anything you like.
I'm here for you.
Why aren't there any babies?
[Miss Lucy chuckles]
There are babies everywhere.
No, ma'am.
I am asking you
why there ain't
no Black babies here.
Where are all
the Negro children?
♪
What are these?
With these programs,
our population has increased
fivefold in the last year.
Griffin can't build houses
fast enough to keep up.
And it's not fair to have mamas
nursing their young
in common rooms.
So, when Negroes get married
and have children,
they move on to Evansville.
- [sighs]
- But, Bessie dear,
you're scheduled
to have the procedure.
Evansville doesn't concern you.
The Black body is a strong
and fascinating thing.
We've been studying it
only in the crudest way
since your arrival
on these shores.
How little can we put
into it while generating
unprecedented bounties
for the work it yields?
How far can we tear away
at it without breaking it?
Now, Christian, I must tell you,
with everything we throw at it,
the Black body
only grows stronger.
More resilient.
We are finding a way
to perfect you.
By poisoning us?
But he said I didn't have to.
He said it's my choice.
That may have been true then.
But the doctor ran
your blood work.
And it is not true now.
Would you rather go back
to the plantation?
Would you be willing to send
all the men and women here
back to that life in exchange
for the life of one man
suffering through the protocol?
Christian, I've told you
all along
you're not like the rest.
The war within your eyes
shows itself.
You are the Negro of the future.
Don't sacrifice that for
the sake of the common nigger.
This is science.
What the doctors are doing here
in Griffin
is unprecedented.
We can't expect everyone
to understand.
But you certainly must trust.
What we are doing here is
in the very best interest
of the Negro people.
[liquid pouring]
There are things
happening here
that we don't believe you
to understand.
Dark
horrific things.
Here?
In Griffin?
The nigger shall not prosper
lest he prosper in
the white man's vision of him.
Sam, they poisoning the men.
And they're cutting the womens.
Making it so we can't
have babies.
That's why some of the girls
is going crazy.
[stammers] Um
They killing us.
[Cora] When the train coming?
- [sighs]
- Sam.
- When is the train coming?
- Um
soon, I-I mean,
there'll-there'll be
a train by soon, I'm sure.
What do we do in the meantime?
We just have to check in.
Evening to evening, day-to-day.
Be mindful of your comings
and goings.
I mean,
the hills have eyes here.
The valleys, too.
[gasping] How could you
not know, Sam?
You said it was safe here.
- I thought
- Mm-mm.
[crying softly]
I swear to you,
I thought it was.
[gasps]
[quiet chatter]
[man] That's what I heard.
It's different, though.
That's why I like
to fry it up
♪
[creaking]
♪
[wood crackling softly]
[bedsprings squeak]
I told Mr. Anderson
that's unconscionable.
I can't have that Mr. Ford.
- Which one is she?
- Please excuse us, Miss Daley.
Good day, Mrs., uh
Madison.
Lucille Madison.
- Lucille.
- [door closes]
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Hmm. "For the practical
betterment of Negro life."
[chuckles]
I have it on good word
that there are
a very particular pair
of runaways
residing under your care.
There are no runaways
here, sir.
I assure you.
[Mr. Ford] Show her.
Why don't you take a seat?
Why, thank you.
Think I might.
The girl in that bulletin
is wanted for the murder
of a child.
A white child.
She has a very particular scar
right about here.
And you recognized her,
I saw it clear as day.
So, either you take me to her,
or I will have to inform
the governor of South Carolina
that you are harboring
murderous Negroes
under this grand experiment
of yours.
Mr. Ford, who is this gentleman?
Mr. Ridgeway is a
slave catcher.
Ah.
Noble profession, sir.
It seems like we're both doing
our part.
[Homer] Possessed of a spirited
nature and devious method.
Possessed of a spirited nature
and devious method.
Possessed of a spirited
nature and devious method.
Possessed of a spirited
[Mr. Fields] Under
the sweltering summer sun
and the crack of
the overseer's whip [shouts]
- [whip cracking]
- they labor to harvest
the white,
fibrous gold that will one day
find itself in the great
textile warehouses of Boston
- [whip cracks]
- [Albert] You'll make
your quota!
[Mr. Fields] and New York
and across the vast Atlantic
to Liverpool.
They know not
that their labors
- [whip cracks]
- [distorted chatter]
Wh-What do we have here?
It seems we have
a a young lad
from the big house,
and he's-he's trying to bring
his mother in
from her labor in the field.
And the mother says,
"No, I must stay, my child."
- And the overseer separates
the boy from his mother.
- No! No!
- Stop!
- The mother runs.
Runs away in-in grief
- [applause]
- Yes, yes.
Now, if you will all
follow me
[door opens]
[Ridgeway] Good afternoon,
gentlemen.
Well, mighty sorry
for the disturbance.
Close the door.
[door closes]
You three, turn around.
- [insects trilling]
- [panting]
- Sam. Sam!
- [Sam] Cora?
- [crying]
- Cora, what happened?
- The slave catcher,
he's-he's here.
- Wait, wait, c-calm down.
- Wh-What?
- The slave catcher.
- We need to go get Caesar!
- Okay, okay, w-w-wait.
- Where's Caesar?
Where's Caesar?
- I don't know, I don't know!
Last time I saw
He's probably at work
- I should've gone to him.
- No, no, you did right.
He'd say so himself.
- [glass shatters]
- Come on, we've got to get
you down to the platform.
What about Caesar?
I'll find him, but we've got
to get you down there.
They may be coming.
Cora, please.
I will find him.
I promise you.
I promise you that.
I give you my word.
Cora, please.
Please, Cora.
[sobbing]
I'm sorry, Cora.
I'm so damn sorry.
- What is this?
- Shaving powder, sir.
- For nigger men.
- [sniffs] Mmm.
A shave without razors.
It smells like horse manure.
It's called a depilatory, sir.
De pilatory.
Still smells like horse manure.
Uh, what is your name, son?
Christian Markson.
You have very particular eyes,
Christian.
Hmm.
Very particular.
[sighs]
Hmm.
Long way from home.
Hmm.
Long way from home.
[panting]
[sniffles]
[water dripping slowly]
♪
[wind whistles]
[gasping softly]
[sniffles]
- [whimpering]
- [metallic squeaking]
[whispers] It's okay.
I'll never leave you.
I promise you that.
Still don't know
when the train is coming.
We should be safe
down here, though.
Wait, where is Sam?
How-how-how did you?
"Be strong, saith my heart.
I am a soldier.
I have seen worse sights
than this."
[rumbling in distance]
Something down this tunnel
a ways.
[rumbling]
Caesar!
Caesar, Caesar!
[sobs]
Caesar!
[metallic squeaking departing]
[gasps]
No, no, Caesar!
Caesar!
[ground rumbling]
[wheels screeching]
[train car rattling]
Who, Lord, who gonna
ride this train? ♪
Who, Lord, who ♪
What the world?
Who gonna ride this? ♪
- [steam hissing]
- [rumbling]
- Who, Lord ♪
- [wheels screeching]
Ride this train ♪♪
[steam hisses]
Oh. [chuckles]
You not supposed to be here.
But I am here.
Hmm.
- Some fine pork tongue.
- Thank you.
Lord. [chuckles]
Sorry about the stink, Miss.
I've got to tend to this.
You got a name?
- Ellis.
- I'm Cora.
I'm grateful you stopped, Ellis.
Oh. S-Sorry, Miss.
I'm maintenance, still.
Got to be 16
to transport human freight.
You'll have to wait for them
to send one of the other trains.
No, no, no. I-I don't care
how old you is.
I'm getting on this damn train.
A-All right, all right,
all right, all right.
I reckon I can report you as
as emergency circumstance,
but I got to follow regulation.
First being, passengers ride
in coach.
Can't expect me to ride on that.
No passengers
in the engine room.
Sorry, Miss.
This a professional operation.
Oh, and you gonna want
to strap yourself down some.
This cart shimmies
like a cottonmouth
when it gets to moving.
All aboard!
[honking]
- [steam hisses]
- [rumbling]
[sobbing softly]
♪
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on ♪
Check it out, check it out ♪
One-two, one-two,
one-two, one-two, one-two ♪
Check the sound,
check the sound ♪
Check the sound, yeah ♪
One-two, one-two, one-two,
one-two, one-two ♪
Check the sound,
check the sound ♪
Can't keep runnin' away ♪
Can't keep
runnin' away ♪
Can't keep runnin' away ♪
Can't keep
runnin' away ♪
I must admit
on some occasions ♪
I went out like a punk
and a chump ♪
Or a sucka or something
to that effect ♪
Respect I used to never get ♪
'Cause all I got was upset ♪
When niggas used to be like,
"What's up, fool?" ♪
And tried to sweat a nigga
like the Lip ♪
For no reason at all,
I can recall ♪
Niggas throwing Cs
in my face ♪
That I'm a celebrity who's
on the brink of insanity ♪
Now don't be wishin'
of switchin' ♪
Any positions with me ♪
'Cause when you
in my position ♪
It ain't never easy ♪
To do any type
of maintainin' ♪
'Cause all the gamin' ♪
Just gotta keep keen
and cunnin' ♪
Can't keep runnin' away ♪
Can't keep
runnin' away ♪
Uh, now ♪
You can't keep ♪
Runnin' away, runnin' away ♪
- Yeah ♪
- Runnin' away ♪
You can't keep on runnin' ♪♪
♪
♪