Cross the world outlaws

old school boombap. outlaws on the run, crossing the world from taraba to jalingo to globe. #Outlows #boombap #2pacstyle We got to cross the world, outlaws on the run, No passport, just a dream under the same sun, From PH city to the streets of Brooklyn, Backpack, pen and pad, that's how we lookin'. you Dust on our boots, but the soul stay clean, Chasin' legends that the world ain't never seen, 1 lines can't hold a mind that's free, We break the chains, we write our destiny. O toutlaws with a cause, not outlaws with guns, Spittin' truth for the daughters and the sons, No label, no deal, we just move as one, From the ghetto to the globe 'til the mission done. Cross the world, we don't never fall, Outlaws, hear the echo call, One road, one code, we gon' take it all, Cross the world, outlaws, stand tall. Second chapter, same map, more scars, Sleep on cold floors, dream 'bout distant stars, Customs try to stop us, but they can't read heart, We crossed the desert, we crossed the boulevard. No gold on the neck, just a story to tell, From the bottom of the well to the top of the swell, They call us outlaws cause we don't obey, We don't bow to the crown, we just pave our way. Train tracks, black tracks, never lose the pace, Footprint in the sand that the storm can't erase, From Port Harcourt rivers to a London fog, Same struggle, same hustle, same dialogue. We got to cross the world, let the truth unfold, Outlaws never die, we just turn to gold.