Now you can say its my religion
rap spitting in this crazy world we live in
I’ve givin’
much thought to my options, still I cant make the right decisions
another soul roaming the concrete streets observing the people sippin’
police creepin’, and and narrow minds trippin’
for reasons not worth going to prison
tough times got patient people flippin’
I can feel the city breathing
See the brick buildings bleeding
as my people yell “FREEDOM”!
the side walks leading
you around the metropolis, beware of the demon and his heathen
even
the most experienced drown when swiming in the deep end
don’t get caught sleepin’
you heard of inner beauty well this place got none
when the tourist go to bed, the youngsters play with their shot guns
the merchants of death out to distribute their product on the young ones
even in broad day light there is gun eruption
blatant police corruption