"Fugitive" Jaime Wyatt's powerful song performed Live at The Beachland Ballroom in Cleveland

Fugitive, Lyrics =
Two cops draw for their pistols in the night
Too dark to see what was wrong and what was right
You want protection, this is part of the fight
You like your privilege, better hold on tight
There should be no hungry children in the land of the rich
One kind of man climbs to the top real quick
I've known the best and worst I admit
And looking back now, should've plead the fifth
How can you live? Just to give?
Or to run like fugitive?
Cause it wasn't what he did and he didn't resist
They pulled the trigger and they didn't miss
I've always said use your head
But what happens when the game is rigged
Should you really have to choose for your life if you knew
That nobody's gonna pay for it
Fugitive, just a kid
Better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run away
You got one good life and a damn good reason to run
Do you feel better with your wishes and your prayers?
How 'bout the families sitting next to empty chairs?
They'll cut a check and then they'll call it alright
But that restitution is nowhere in sight
And politicians talk about the poor man's plight
But I see lip service on the left and the right
They keep the pawn shops open all night
They write new laws before sunlight
How can you live? Just to give?
Or to run like a fugitive?
Cause it wasn't what he did and it wasn't even him
They pulled the trigger cause they couldn't resist
I've always said use your head
But what happens when the game is rigged
Should you really have to choose for your life if you knew
That nobody's gonna pay for it
Fugitive, just a kid
Better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run away
You got one good life and a damn good reason to run
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Jaime Wyatt Pius
Fugitive lyrics © Native Song Publishing