Brethren Joint Feat. Rhyme Council, J. Johnson

You stand with your hand on my waistline
 It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight
 I can hear them whisper as we pass by
 It's a bad sign
 Bad sign
 Something happens when everybody finds out
 See the vultures circling, dark clouds
 Love's a fragile little flame it could burn out
 It could burn out
 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes
 And guns
 They are the hunters, We are the foxes
 And we run
 Baby
 I know places we won't be found
 And they'll be
 Chasing their tails, trying to track us down
 'Cause I...
 I know places we can hide
 I know places
 I know places
 Lights flash and we'll run for the fences
 Let them say what they want, we won't hear it
 Loose lips, sink ships all the damn time
 Not this time
 Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it
 My love
 They are the hunters, we are the foxes
 And we run
 Baby
 I know places we won't be found
 And they'll be
 Chasing their tails, trying to track us down
 'Cause I...
 I know places we can hide
 I know places
 They are the hunters, we are the foxes
 And we run
 Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it
 My love
 Baby
 I know places we won't be found
 And they'll be
 Chasing their tails, trying to track us down
 'Cause I...
 I know places we can hide
 I know places
 They take their shots but we're bulletproof
 (I know places)
 Or you know for me, it's always you
 (I know places)
 (I...) In the dead of night, your eyes so green
 (I know places)
 (I...) And I know for you, it's always me
 (I know places)