The stink of the city
And ain't it a pity?
Of the crimes that goes on there,
And how it sinks even the air
That pollutes all around me,
And can see,
The children in this life dying,
The people in their ivory towers lying,
While our people die the death that chokes them.
It's hell out there!
And no one cares,
Not even the people who are suppose to have our backs,
Is too busy stabbing it and that's a fact!
The ghetto life,
Filled with misery and strife,
In these times we live,
Something got to give.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
The stink of the city
And ain't it a pity?
Of the crimes that goes on there,
And how it sinks even the air
That pollutes all around me,
And can see,
The children in this life dying,
The people in their ivory towers lying,
While our people die the death that chokes them.
It's hell out there!
And no one cares,
Not even the people who are suppose to have our backs,
Is too busy stabbing it and that's a fact!
The ghetto life,
Filled with misery and strife,
In these times we live,
Something got to give.
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