Lyrics In My City - Mistah F.A.B., Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal

In My City

People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
Look, they killing, they illing and ain’t nobody chilling in here
Health care, Medicare, it’s pretty rare
Welfare… hell yeah, that shit is here
Blank stairs… the children tears
Section 8, … them ghetto benefits
The schools are closing down
Schools closing down cause kids ain’t really into it
Murders and assassins, cops known by aliases
City of the gods, niggas living like …
Oakland, Brooklyn, which one is the craziest
The shadiest, maybe it’s cause the parents don’t play with kids
Raised by the unraised…
Church say it’s gonna get better one day
But hell, they only sing songs on Sunday
Cause Monday… to the gunplay
Living in the city of god, I guess we living like the song say
I guess we living like the song say
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
They hustle, they grind, and they… they struggle, they fighting
They muscle they weight to the top, no… no crying
They put the fire in the …
They writing, they focus, they know what they glowing they shining…
They ripping off your chain and tripping…
They throwing up flame, tipping and flipping and slanging
They claiming the blocks that don’t owe a dime for them
They taking shots… so we writing for them
To make you stop for a second cause everyone heard
If I can give them a record… give one verse
…you can’t make a prediction, the future’s not written
Although I’m not a physician I try to stop and listen
It’s like we got a condition
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
For you to call me a street nigga it’s just an accusation
You’re probably calculating…
Making money in the city I’m from, from grinding
Until they get us tired it’s…
Our actions is affirmative, come get the affirmation
… not stopping until the whole block flooded like…
So they go out in the streets smart despite college
… niggas even … and go somewhere…
A bunch of slum dog millionaires…
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city
People die in, drive by in, people cry in, every day
In my city, in my city, in my city