Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the City, artist - CunninLynguists. Date of issue: 19.11.2015
Song language: English
In the City |
| 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 |
| 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 |