"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.
Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphones
Starin' at space and runnin through the red zone
Feel like rhymin', freestylin'
Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'n
But nowadays it's a brand new tactic
Brothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh
Better beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first
When I was young I used to roll with thugs that sold drugs
Exporting high-caliber weapon transporting
It was very important to the niggaz on the block
that you knew how to get down when it was time to rock
Came like we was raised on a farm
I mean, niggaz be on they way to school gettin' clicked on
In '81 niggaz used to get thrown up in a suplex and robbed for their summer-youth checks, what
Other stick-up kids lookin' like 'who's next?'
Runnin' out, knockin' niggaz out in two steps or three steps
Preceps' ran sprintin'
Everyday was a fight like it was San Quentin
Niggaz hidden about who been snitchin to the dean
At 3 o'clock his wig got split upon the seam
I guess a buck-50 just ain't good enough no more
Kids be playin' tag with the four-four mag
Little bad muthafuckaz need to stay in school
Shorty I went the same route so I'm droppin the jewel
Mad niggaz gettin' killed over nuttin'
Straight squeezin' off on muthafuckaz
when you hit they nerve button
Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphones
Starin' at space an' runnin through the red zone
Feel like rhymin', freestylin'
Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'n
But nowadays it's a brand new tactic
Brothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh
Better beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first
Yo, I heard this chick say she wanted a ruff-neck
Niggaz tryin ta be ruff-necks but, yo nigga fuck that
Tryin' ta act wild and get a nigga killed
Hook him up to the respirator & put him on tilt, word
Bad boys move in silence
with said bad boys caught two wit a silencer to his heah, uh
Some niggaz lucky enough to do it & live through it
I had a chance but I chose not to pursue it
Most of the ruff niggaz I know be like dead or locked up
When they come home by niggaz look blown
Swollen up, but the times is changin
Ya betta get hip and get a grip mad quick nigga
1 to 3 is no joke, 5 to 10 is even worse
25 years, I'll be cryin' steel tears
Trying ta send a bomb-letter to the judge
Special delivery nigga, you made a lifetime grudge, uh
I make a shank out a spoon or a light fixture
Stay alert and try ta keep out of the mixture
I never smoke cigarettes but I get 'em so I could sell 'em
Here comes statik, somebody better tell 'em (what)
My walk here be like 5 or 6 playas
with books tied to me & I'm a 7:30 playa
This ain't the time to be franchise neckin'
The trouble arises quicker than the national deficit
Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphones
Starin' at space an' runnin through the red zone
Feel like rhymin', freestylin'
Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'n
But nowadays it's a brand new tactic
Brothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh
Better beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first
Starin' at space and runnin through the red zone
Feel like rhymin', freestylin'
Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'n
But nowadays it's a brand new tactic
Brothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh
Better beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first
When I was young I used to roll with thugs that sold drugs
Exporting high-caliber weapon transporting
It was very important to the niggaz on the block
that you knew how to get down when it was time to rock
Came like we was raised on a farm
I mean, niggaz be on they way to school gettin' clicked on
In '81 niggaz used to get thrown up in a suplex and robbed for their summer-youth checks, what
Other stick-up kids lookin' like 'who's next?'
Runnin' out, knockin' niggaz out in two steps or three steps
Preceps' ran sprintin'
Everyday was a fight like it was San Quentin
Niggaz hidden about who been snitchin to the dean
At 3 o'clock his wig got split upon the seam
I guess a buck-50 just ain't good enough no more
Kids be playin' tag with the four-four mag
Little bad muthafuckaz need to stay in school
Shorty I went the same route so I'm droppin the jewel
Mad niggaz gettin' killed over nuttin'
Straight squeezin' off on muthafuckaz
when you hit they nerve button
Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphones
Starin' at space an' runnin through the red zone
Feel like rhymin', freestylin'
Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'n
But nowadays it's a brand new tactic
Brothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh
Better beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first
Yo, I heard this chick say she wanted a ruff-neck
Niggaz tryin ta be ruff-necks but, yo nigga fuck that
Tryin' ta act wild and get a nigga killed
Hook him up to the respirator & put him on tilt, word
Bad boys move in silence
with said bad boys caught two wit a silencer to his heah, uh
Some niggaz lucky enough to do it & live through it
I had a chance but I chose not to pursue it
Most of the ruff niggaz I know be like dead or locked up
When they come home by niggaz look blown
Swollen up, but the times is changin
Ya betta get hip and get a grip mad quick nigga
1 to 3 is no joke, 5 to 10 is even worse
25 years, I'll be cryin' steel tears
Trying ta send a bomb-letter to the judge
Special delivery nigga, you made a lifetime grudge, uh
I make a shank out a spoon or a light fixture
Stay alert and try ta keep out of the mixture
I never smoke cigarettes but I get 'em so I could sell 'em
Here comes statik, somebody better tell 'em (what)
My walk here be like 5 or 6 playas
with books tied to me & I'm a 7:30 playa
This ain't the time to be franchise neckin'
The trouble arises quicker than the national deficit
Yo it's the inner city blues goin' through my headphones
Starin' at space an' runnin through the red zone
Feel like rhymin', freestylin'
Going back in the time when brothaz wasn't wil'n
But nowadays it's a brand new tactic
Brothas be gettin fly and traveling galactic, uh
Better beam down to earth, I'm blowing up with mine first
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