Edan - Why U Runnin'? lyrics

(wh-wh-why Why you running?) I was on a mission It started when I was a little tyke Before I had the training wheels on my little bike I went from door to door asking questions Unaware that life's valuable lessons would come to me I didn't need to seek 'em out I had a "good head on [my] shoulders so stop tweakin' out" Is what the kids would tell me but I would propel these dilemnas my way And like a highway life can move at a fast pace Especially in the rat race where people clamor for the glamour I couldn't understand the peoples' affinity for material items I was constantly fighting the notion that I should be devoting my time to crime (that's bullsh**) So I spent time with the rhyme and I created theraputically Learning lots about myself and that sh** worked out beautifully See, all along I was looking for truth but it was always around me And as life surrounds me with stress I lounge free Relax and react to the best of my ability You know what would diminish me? If I kept running from my problems When I tend to face 'em is when I tend to solve 'em And now that my life's revolving around my art I feel that it's up to me to play my part And show others that there is no need to run Cause if you ask me I say we all feel the fun It's the motivation for any given situation SO just relax and stay put in your location Cause the truth is a sniper that never stops gunning So ask yourself, homes, why you running? Home-piss, don't lose your focus Cause all that other bullsh** is just bogus MC's, you're not sayin' sh** lately I know a lot of A & R's that would love to debate me They got America running from reality Cause s** and violence leads to corporate salaries This ain't [?] but I'll still cannonball Con kids with no plans at all Before the planet falls Because with the proper attitude we'll be standing tall You can't raise the children on battle rhymes You gotta hit 'em with concepts one at a time All that talking loud is really pantomime That's why that big willie sh** is so asinine Gettin' jiggy with what? YOu ain't ripping the cut with no real flows I get jiggy with the steeel toe And now you're jiggy with the hospital bills when I hit ya Before the blood clots it'll spill. Get the picture? If you rhyme for the market You and your bubblegum raps will be a target Let's harvest the fruits of our labor And insert some food for thought into the flavor So when we die, just we progress We be the sons of truth and papa don't take no mess If the rap game got you so blessed Then it wouldn't hurt to give money to the homeless But instead you sittin' up in your castle, complaining Cause all the player haters harra** you You know why all the heads insult ya? Cause you fail to uplift the culture And that's why you runnin' from the true task You puttin' out that bullsh** We'll see how long you last Nobody can escape the truth So stay sharp like sabertooth And face the youth I'm out (why you runnin'? Said I'm running cos I can't fly)