Lyrics City Don't Love Me - Apollo The Great, Jarell Perry

City Don't Love Me

Digging in the concrete
Looking out for something
From you I got nothing
The city don’t love me
But I still stay high all day
Watch me die for this
The city don’t love me
But it’s the only thing
I dedicate this to my youngins jumping off the porch early as hell
Copping onions out here pumping and they barely can spell
On a mission for the chicken trying to get it the fast way
Sick and tired of living like they’re sitting in last place
Going through the struggle
All we know is hustle
You hug the block but it don’t hug you
How can I be innocent I’m living where the trouble at
Another bundle another trap
I gotta get it
Man these young niggas hopeless
Tired of living so stressed they trying to progress
They out of prison and I know the system really got us set up to fail
It’s like our only options being broke, dead, or in jail
Can’t survive in the city ain’t no jobs in the city
And they wonder why niggas getting robbed in the city
These youngins gotta do whatever for the cream
At night when their stomach growling all alone I hear them scream
Digging in the concrete
Looking out for something
From you I got nothing
The city don’t love me
But I still stay high all day
Watch me die for this
The city don’t love me
But it’s the only thing
Shorty 16 momma a fiend
How she supposed to dream
When this harsh reality is all that she seen
Ain’t nobody love her how could you judge her
Cause she barely in the 10th grade
Already a mother to other girls
And the school ridicule her call her a slut
Not knowing all the emotion that she got bottled up
She was looking for love an older man took advantage
Of this young girl damaged and the seed that he planted
The result of a rape this was all she could take
Asking God why he put her in this horrible place
Took her daughter to the babysitter said she’d be back
Late to get her cause where she going she can’t take her with her
With tears in her eyes she cried as she filled the tub with water
Knives in her hands thinking about her daughter
She severed both her wrists screaming life should have been better
On the dresser she left a letter it said
Digging in the concrete
Looking out for something
From you I got nothing
The city don’t love me
But I still stay high all day
Watch me die for this
The city don’t love me
But it’s the only thing