[Verse 1] The city it blow deep I know them cold streets Motif is no peace Can't trust the police My mama stay out East Hope that she good though She from Inglewood so she know the hood though Corners we stood on That's what I stand for Justice for hustlers I rap and I chant for [?] just got off that thang on his ankle He seeing that corner from a new angle Same old to same old Some days are painful They say be careful Grandma be stay prayerful My [?] move words with their eyes on [?] You in the ghetto where we never settle
[Verse 2] The breath of the city No rest for the weary No stress it can't hear me A fist full of fury No dollars no jewellery A Chicago story Place that can kill me is one that can cure me Hard to ignore me 'cuz we livin' loud now Fire inside me and things that go "Bow Bow" Label me wild child, my old man on trial now Yeah I'm the future but live for the now now Make my mama proud now We come from that dirt I put in that work Until my back hurt UhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
