"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me
Back straight standing tall a child of God, n' I'm, Free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
I'm a keep my feet firm to the ground, cause I'm, Free!
Your A and R's a house nigga, the labels the plantation
Now switch that advance for your emancipation
M-C's are the field like pick cotton for real
I pop blocks like beat street with a notch n' a kill
They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meat
For the King of the city sang songs of back streets
Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat
Only to trade niggas like professional athletes!
Don't take that merchandising, snatch that publishing
Practice that black ass, ship you to London
By way of France, Germany, Dublin
A railroad to underground like Harriet Tubman
While y'all stay strugglin' we smuggle M-C's through the streets
Till we bubblin' on mix C-D's, hustlin'
Clans see me on the block n' say freeze
I say Fuck You! I'm a man, I'm Free!
You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me
Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm, free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
I'm a keep my feet firm to the ground, cause I'm, free!
I give birth to verses in churches with no confession
So please pardon my post-partum depression
A-list MC to spit it in C-Sections
For immature minds that get it with each lesson
Three-fifths of a man ass jigga with no plans
How you discussing publishing figures without a band
They got digital codes on our music for them to scan
So even when you sample a snare you can't even clan
So google Pharoahe Monch, search Triskaidekaphobia
I'll explain why these city banks Wachovia
I'll peep the future in my sleep, to be honest man
We never had a mutual relationship with Washington
Why? Because I believe they put the virus in the latex
Condoms that they sell us, call it safe sex
What I spit, not only causes a glitch in The Matrix
But another terrorist that they haven't faced yet!
You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me
Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm, free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
I'm a keep my feet firm to the ground, cause I'm, free!
Back straight standing tall a child of God, n' I'm, Free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
I'm a keep my feet firm to the ground, cause I'm, Free!
Your A and R's a house nigga, the labels the plantation
Now switch that advance for your emancipation
M-C's are the field like pick cotton for real
I pop blocks like beat street with a notch n' a kill
They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meat
For the King of the city sang songs of back streets
Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat
Only to trade niggas like professional athletes!
Don't take that merchandising, snatch that publishing
Practice that black ass, ship you to London
By way of France, Germany, Dublin
A railroad to underground like Harriet Tubman
While y'all stay strugglin' we smuggle M-C's through the streets
Till we bubblin' on mix C-D's, hustlin'
Clans see me on the block n' say freeze
I say Fuck You! I'm a man, I'm Free!
You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me
Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm, free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
I'm a keep my feet firm to the ground, cause I'm, free!
I give birth to verses in churches with no confession
So please pardon my post-partum depression
A-list MC to spit it in C-Sections
For immature minds that get it with each lesson
Three-fifths of a man ass jigga with no plans
How you discussing publishing figures without a band
They got digital codes on our music for them to scan
So even when you sample a snare you can't even clan
So google Pharoahe Monch, search Triskaidekaphobia
I'll explain why these city banks Wachovia
I'll peep the future in my sleep, to be honest man
We never had a mutual relationship with Washington
Why? Because I believe they put the virus in the latex
Condoms that they sell us, call it safe sex
What I spit, not only causes a glitch in The Matrix
But another terrorist that they haven't faced yet!
You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me
Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm, free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
I'm a keep my feet firm to the ground, cause I'm, free!
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