These Boots Don't Run

[Walt Lamb:]
The shackle on the wall's not a decoration
The sign on the fence ain't just for fun
This look on my face ain't discrimination
Cause any one of ya'll can come get some
Nothin comes easy but trouble round here
I've seen my fair share where I come from
Born and raised in my outlaw ways
So it's safe to say these boots don't run

[Jesse Howard:]
We leave em all in the smoke clouds
Watch em fall, we live and die by the gun
And we ride through these small towns
Standing tall cause these boots don't run

[Nu Breed:]
I was raised up to never run from sun up to sun down
When trouble come the fake dip
Like fake friends they don't stick around
I've been kicked around, left here to die
At the bottom still trying to touch the sky
Still trying to rise, never losing faith
I know I've did wrong and I've made mistakes
It was bad luck, can't catch a break
But I never gave up for heavens sake
Still stay strong through the heartache
The hard times and the heart breaks
I still smile when I get a chance
But it's not as often as I would like
See the tables turn when they think you win
But think again cause I'm lost inside
Still got my pride can't deny that
And true love you can't buy that
You about to guide me down on my last leg
But until the grave I'm a fight back
Cause everybody think it's a game for real
Never felt the pain that came from the field
Talking real life shit that you got to feel
You gotta live this shit, it'll give you chills
Talking memories that'll haunt your life
Misery and you don't want your life
So many folks that never taught you right
Had to learn the hard way and pay the price
But looking back there ain't no regrets
I sit back and smoke and never over stress
I don't worry about what they're talking bout
Cause I know my time ain't over yet

[Walt Lamb:]
The shackle on the wall's not a decoration
The sign on the fence ain't just for fun
This look on my face ain't discrimination
Cause any one of ya'll can come get some
Nothin comes easy but trouble round here
I've seen my fair share where I come from
Born and raised in my outlaw ways
So it's safe to say these boots don't run

[Jesse Howard:]
We leave em all in the smoke clouds
Watch em fall, we live and die by the gun
And we ride through these small towns
Standing tall cause these boots don't run

[Nu Breed:]
At an early age I learned so much
I felt the pain and my heart was crushed
I learned the difference of love and lust
Ash to ash and dust to dust
It was bad luck, made some bad decisions
Young and tough trying to buck the system
Buck wild and hard headed
Made a hard time trying to make a living
Just a young man full of intuition
Trying to chase a dream through hail storms
So much dead weight I got all around
Trying to keep em safe, then what the hail for?
These fake friends only take you closer
To a dead end then it's game over
You get a cold shoulder when you need some help
You better learn quick
You gotta help yourself
Cause ain't nobody ever gonna love you like you should unless you love yourself
You better get it understood
I was good when I learned that
Love, gotta earn that
I lost a lot of time that I can never ever turn back
And everything you dish out is coming right back
Cause Karma's real and gonna get a last laugh
When you think it's good you're gonna feel the wrath
You better pray to God that you was built to last
Sip your glass to your damn self
Be proud as hell of who you came to be
You better recognize that you're the only one you can truly trust that'll set you free
Cause looking back there ain't no regrets
I sit back and smoke and never over stress
I don't worry about what they're talking bout
Cause I know my time ain't over yet

[Walt Lamb:]
The shackle on the wall's not a decoration
The sign on the fence ain't just for fun
This look on my face ain't discrimination
Cause any one of ya'll can come get some
Nothin comes easy but trouble round here
I've seen my fair share where I come from
Born and raised in my outlaw ways
So it's safe to say these boots don't run

[Jesse Howard:]
We leave em all in the smoke clouds
Watch em fall, we live and die by the gun
And we ride through these small towns
Standing tall cause these boots don't run