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 fallen from the sky Fallen 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 This isn't in my father's plans 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, 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