Don't Get Captured
Run the Jewels Lyrics


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Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors
Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera
Go cold like the land of Chicago
Child soldiers sprayin' the chopper
But you don't give a fuck, that's them though
'Til a peasant put a pistol in your window
You ain't really need that chain
You ain't really need that ring
You ain't really need them thangs
Snow on The Bluff showed up
With the slums in the city blown up
Now the white folks showed up
Everything bought sold up
Niggas assed out, niggas po'd up
Politicians so corrupt, sold our black ass out
Really ain't color, my brother
Here in Cabbagetown they put they white-ass out
Truth been told, I'm out

He in here, me in here, we in here
Don't get captured
No cryin' here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don't get captured
Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Don't get captured
Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Don't get captured

Good day from the house of the haunted
Get a job, get a house, get a coffin
Don't stray from the path, remain where you at
That maximizes our profit
Is that blunt? Oh well, hell, so's this boot
We live to hear you say "please don't shoot"
A pure delight, c'mon, make my night
When I file reports what's right's what I write
Snuff films air all night 'till your last sane thought take flight
What a great sight, what a job, what a good life
The more we act wrong the more we are right
And who exactly gon' stop what we got?
We don't argue, we are not calm and impartial
Some call it work, but it's more like an art
We just paint the walls with your heart
And we better not catch you

He in here, me in here, we in here
Don't get captured
No cryin' here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don't get captured
Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Don't get captured
Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Don't get captured





Don't get captured

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Run the Jewels's song Don't Get Captured are a direct commentary on the state of America's elites and their disregard for the plight of the oppressed. The opening lines of the song, "Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors, Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera" sets the tone for the song. The singers are the marginalized and oppressed, people living in poverty and fighting for their rights. The song explores the power dynamics at play between the oppressed and the oppressors.


The line "Child soldiers sprayin' the chopper, But you don't give a fuck, that's them though" highlights the apathy of the elites towards the suffering of others. The song goes on to call out the greed and materialism of the affluent, "You ain't really need that chain, You ain't really need that ring, You ain't really need them thangs". The chorus, "Don't get captured" is a warning to the oppressed not to fall prey to the system of oppression, to stay true to themselves and their communities and not be taken in by the lure of the American Dream.


The line, "What a great sight, what a job, what a good life" is a sarcastic jab at those in power who believe that they are doing good by perpetuating the system of oppression. The song is a call to arms for the marginalized and oppressed to rise up against their oppressors and fight back, "Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush, Don't get captured".


Line by Line Meaning

Hello from a Little Shop of Horrors
Greeting from a dangerous and threatening place


Ski mask like a Phantom of the Opera
Wearing a mask to conceal his identity like a character from a famous opera


Go cold like the land of Chicago
Becomes emotionally detached like the tough streets of Chicago


Child soldiers sprayin' the chopper
Young people are involved in violence, using machine guns


But you don't give a fuck, that's them though
Doesn't care about the situation as long as it doesn't affect him directly


'Til a peasant put a pistol in your window
A lower class person threatens him with a gun


You ain't really need that chain
Material possessions aren't necessary


You ain't really need that ring
Material possessions aren't necessary


You ain't really need them thangs
Material possessions aren't necessary


Snow on The Bluff showed up
Trouble has arrived


With the slums in the city blown up
The city's poorest and most marginalized areas have been destroyed


Now the white folks showed up
People with power and privilege are taking advantage of the situation


Everything bought sold up
People are profiting from the chaos and destruction


Niggas assed out, niggas po'd up
People are struggling and upset


Politicians so corrupt, sold our black ass out
The government has betrayed and failed black people


Really ain't color, my brother
Race shouldn't matter


Here in Cabbagetown they put they white-ass out
A predominantly black area has forced white people out


Truth been told, I'm out
The truth has been spoken and he's leaving


He in here, me in here, we in here
They are all present in the situation


Don't get captured
Avoid getting caught or imprisoned by their enemies


No cryin' here, just do your dirt and disappear
Don't complain, just do what needs to be done and leave


Then lay it low, take it slow and reappear
Stay hidden and come back when the time is right


Return to us victorious, smoke pounds of kush
Come back triumphant and celebrate with drugs and partying


Good day from the house of the haunted
Greetings from a scary and unsettling place


Get a job, get a house, get a coffin
The only things guaranteed in life are work, shelter, and death


Don't stray from the path, remain where you at
Follow the rules and stay in your current position


That maximizes our profit
Doing what's best for us financially


Is that blunt? Oh well, hell, so's this boot
He doesn't care if he's being blunt, because he's also being aggressive


We live to hear you say "please don't shoot"
They enjoy the power of threatening violence


A pure delight, c'mon, make my night
Threatening and intimidating someone is enjoyable for him


When I file reports what's right's what I write
He will only report the version of events that benefits him and makes him look good


Snuff films air all night 'till your last sane thought take flight
He enjoys watching torture and death until the victim goes insane


What a great sight, what a job, what a good life
He sees his work as satisfying and fulfilling


The more we act wrong the more we are right
He justifies his bad behavior by claiming it as a way of asserting power


And who exactly gon' stop what we got?
Nobody is going to get in their way or stop what they're doing


We don't argue, we are not calm and impartial
There's no room for discussion or compromise; they're aggressive and biased


Some call it work, but it's more like an art
He enjoys his violent work as an art form


We just paint the walls with your heart
Their violence leaves long-lasting damage on the victims


And we better not catch you
If they catch someone breaking the rules, there will be consequences


Don't get captured
Avoid getting caught or imprisoned by their enemies




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: Jaime Meline, Michael Render, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER, TORBITT SCHWARTZ, WILDER SCHWARTZ

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