[Verse I]

It’s like the day keeps getting worse, don’t it? /
Maybe this outing’s cursed, we ain’t even ‘posed to /
Be this far on 1st, hold it…. We just tryna hit /
McDonald’s for a burger and resell it at the school /
We ain’t tryna move no work, right? But the car got hella /
Awkward when i mentioned it, so i went berserk /
But that just attracted attention to make everything worse /
Before i knew it, we were pulled over by an officer /
We ain’t comply to a search; he did it anyway /
At this point, I can hear my heart beating through my shirt /
I ain’t have anything to do with anything /
As i got ready to plead I looked to the right and left of me /
To see my friend dash across the street, officer yelled /
Freeze, and instead of pursuing him he aimed at me /
He turned to chase, thought that I’d be okay /
But as I ran, I heard him shoot twice, Lord please help me get away…

[Hook]

I just need me an escape plan /
The last place I want to be is right here
Do you hear me (I wanna get away, I need to get away)
Do you feel me (I wanna get away, I need to get away)

[Verse II]

Seems like the day keeps getting worse, don’t it? /
Seems like everything is cursed, don’t it? Make her wanna /
Curse, don’t it? She even went to Krispy Kreme /
Asked for glazed and they gave her the wrong flavor doughnut /
That’s a different type of pain, ain’t it? /
The whole day had been mismanaged, felt like it was Satanic /
Or at least the Devil might’ve had a hand in it, but they tell her /
“It ain’t the offense, but the way you handle it…” /
So she smiles and sits back at her desk, tryna /
Figure out a way to siphon stress, thinkin’ ‘bout the /
Pool of alcohol she diving into more or less when she /
Leaves, took a smoke break to check her texts /
A link from her sis, and her eyes spread wide as she /
Recognized her nephew plastered across the site /
Sixteen and dead from two shots to the chest /
As her boss comes up with a pink slip, yeah I think she needs to get away… /

[Hook]

[Verse III]

Seems like his day keeps getting worse /
Woke up to the news and he just muttered a curse to himself /
Because he knew the whole city’s ‘bout to turn on him /
Like he had something to do with it, but who’s kidding? /
Nobody uses rationale when a kid’s killed /
Or whenever blood’s spilled by people that should serve and /
Protect, in context that causes unrest /
Especially in Black communities that’s feeling neglect /
From lack of justice, so he got up quick to head downtown /
Black Lives Matter, but his pigmentation and his /
Job orientation’s a conflict of interest /
He could feel the stress on his colleagues as his chief handed /
Him a vest, riot squad gear, and assault rifle /
Just to supervise the protest, as he draws closer /
one lady calls him out ‘cause he’s Black, Someone threw a can /
and other cops started fighting back, yeah I bet he wanna get away… /