She now was a little girl and she wanted to be like a big brother,
well tall and tough,
big and rough, cute and nice.
She came from a place named Fourth Way and
her father never told her how she grew up
well and she took a gun and she shot him down and now she runs.
Run baby run,
baby run,
run baby run, baby run,
run baby run, baby run,
run baby run,
Now Gina runs away from the pain she thought would separate and say,
well done baby,
go on lady,
pretty girlie.
She met an old black man with a Bible and a cross in his
bloody hands and he led her to the crossroad of the dead.
Run baby run,
baby run,
run baby run, baby run,
run baby run, baby run,
run baby run, baby.
Open
your eyes.
Free
fall your spear.
