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Yeah, it's on the street
It's under your feet
It's everywhere but if you're looking for free
Don't look at me
My enemy became my country

On the run
Officer, put down the gun
Native son
I never wanted to own one
Native son
Both of us want to be someone
It's so hard
Is it so hard for a native son
To be free

Tears falling from the sky
Falling to the ground
Bullets start to fly, he's hurt
He's in the dirt
On my word, I did not take his lie

Don't want to run away
I'm safer at my father's place
I know I can't stay
If I stay I know what's next 

On the run
Officer, put down the gun
Native son
I never wanted to own one
Native son
All of us want to be someone
It's so hard
Is it so hard for a native son
To be free
Free

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

Free

On the run
Officer, put down the gun
Native son
I never wanted to own one
Native son
Both of us want to be someone
It's so hard
Is it so hard for a native son
To be free
Free, free

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