death This is unexplainable, a fight without a battle The alarm resounds and someone called in a speaker "This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a
won't have a choise You will suffer as the scarecrows breed A concrete city with programmed beings On the last human the scavangers feed A fading sun
come and play? I guarantee a great big smile I come from the imagination And I?m here strictly by your invocation So what do you say Why don?t we dance a
way out in the distance We see your white boots glisten in the sun We know you've come here with a plan To lift our city out of ruin Shoulders back
of earthly kings Take a ride on, ride on, on your rotting horse on that deadly ground Take a ride, ride on, on your rotting horse with a pounding sound
A good life for me and my man's In the studio paid off stanzas, so in the long run Every song done gotta be bananas From city streets to corporate suits From
need you? God how we need you... And down in the city of heartbreak and needles, a needle is rammed and a new dream begins. And the subway's a hospital
all the soon-to-be dead With death at the hands of a hideous fiend A grisly fate to comprehend DEATH This city is guilty The crime is life The sentence
a three word phrase (no off da a ays) fresher than a mourge even when i dont bathe, alredy kno jus now a vi man a have a rate i'm the type of nigga
a dinner, like juice in the 80's New Jack City, classic crack era met [Incomprehensible] BT is not black on the Rap City You got a contract to kill me
'bout to start a ride Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch Let's start a motherfucking riot in this hoe Let's start a motherfucking riot in
goodbyes as this city dies symbol of a war Sarajevo You're their hope their home hear the people pray Smoke will fade away Ruins of a town Tears of
those who resist Begging, Crying, Gasping, Crawling No one here escapes their fate, begging for their final breath they die Their cities burn in a massive
me, in oh so many ways. I think I'm alone now, in a world that doesn't care. for me there is no reason, with them my life to share. a busy world keeps
though she's barely 35 sleeps most days in the city park every night down at Casey's bar and if she talks at all you hear her say "I was a lovely girl
you'd look better as a blonde" I remember when you were hopeful And you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin With a moral sacrifice and a
And moving across on the city street A neighbor tried to find his feet And fell on down and slipped to ruin. The bystanders are all standing by Watching from
hangin' down like beards in the bayou Old folks watchin' from a rockin' chair Ain't no place for a girl of her state She's gonna ruin her reputation She