The queen city
Niggas fiendin for money and honeys
Rollin deep wit heat, crushing bodies like test dummies
Poor economy, results in drug sales and robbery
It’s no oddity
City leaders need to reverse lying campaigns to honesty
Forget a tax cut,
Id rather have 20 bucks
Enough to keep my kids from starving while they growing up
Were out of loans, trust, and luck
So politicians pass the buck
From city to county, from county to state
Complain then raise tax rates
Could this really be our fate
To just dissolve into the state
Can’t stand our burden so we collapse under the weight
Don’t mean to berate
But it isn’t too late
We can still change fate
Bur we cant wait, already too late, gotta stand up today, unite and once again be great
Reach a new height, potential beyond sight, out of every darkness comes light, out of every wrong comes right, day comes after every night, every fight brings new lessons, as long as it aint arresting our hearts, it leaves knowledge to impart