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In The City

 

In The City

(album: Strange Journey Volume Three - 2014)


In the city
It's always been that way

In my city is blacks and blocks
With avenues and street tops
Where people struggle to sleep, Ahk
There's trouble and beef, gold teeth, rocks
Get thrown at the higher power, but don't reach, pops
Ain't home, momma been long gone away
So the children run stray
Cannibalistic war play, it's animalistic where I stay
The devil wan' play
And, too many contestants
That's ever day
The level gon' stay where it's at, stay strapped
It's the mantra recital, it conquers the Bible
By any means, see survival
When friends turn to rivals it's liable
For these confrontations to be homicidal
A dog hollers back at the sirens
The pain is so blinding
Forgot we all diamonds

In the city
It's always been that way

Ain't nothing uglier, ain't nothing prettier
Than corner stores, whores, drugs galore
Exploitations core, guns and gore
I abhor each metropolis between these shores
And then I see it, faith in humanity restored
An act so selfless that I break out in applause
Giving so elvish that it must be Santa Claus
In the city, dogs, foaming at the jaws
That's kept the voice of justice in its claws, get the gauze
Because it can silence the loudest man
Whether concrete, dirt, whether canal or sand
You can black top, but the back drop remains
With the same plots repeating like famed refrains
The stains stare at ya
Intensity of character
Gotta be Darwinistic,
Got a propensity to bury ya
Home of the merriest
Land of the nefarious
Tomorrow is the city that will carry us, prepare

In the city
It's always been that way

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