This City

Jemima Olu-Owotade

Like this town was never mine, getting stuck on every line
Coming up on ever corner, danger in my mind
I Pull tricks outta my hat, more tricks up both my sleeve
Trouble won't let sleep, I'm wondering what's left for me
This City got me deep in hell or high water
I'm feeling quite bothered, The streets are quiet watch out
We grew up being kids, we screwed up this our ship
Loving don't cost a thing yet we sell it for shiny things
Green papers made Pete, pull up pull trigger please
Pause, I feel perplexed, got me panning panicking mode
Yeah I killed the show, cost me more than my soul
Polish all that I own, punish me for my gold
Placing bets with my soul, surely I'll be dethroned
Found out this City never sleep it's our DNA code
Till respect became a myth, death became a thing
I want that Martin Luther dream, but son you never sleep
This city got me going boy suit and ties
This city going boy you look a clown
This city going suicide
This city going boy please stick around
This city got me going boy suit and ties
This city going boy you look a clown
This city going suicide
This city going boy please stick around
To media it's gang wars, war dogs with Mohawk
Demons and dreadlocks, cops knock on our doors
Joggers and ripoffs, street screaming blood lust
Police tape so long, we don't even need sidewalks
Five baby mama, one baby father
Satan Maria, my spanglish never proper
Dropouts on dark wall, side piece pop out
Damn! We got a stand off as the coroner stands up
Some days are better than most my city loving it's ghosts
I know they calling you hell, I bet you feeling the cold
I know you just wanna grow, I know you just wanna grow
Tell all the ship that has sailed, I'll be watching the coast
I'll never let you drown, I will find your goal
I'll never let you down, never lemme drown
And if I dizzy drive, on a dangerous road
Get me to auto zone, this city gets me home
This city got me going boy suit and ties
This city going boy you look a clown
This city going suicide
This city going boy please stick around
This city got me going boy suit and ties
This city going boy you look a clown
This city going suicide
This city going boy please stick around
So I keep on my toes, I live on the road
My eyes on my goals, I leap on a toad
I pay what I owe, I own how I roll
Won’t live for the dough, won’t live for the dough
Cos what if it takes too long rise? For these hungry folks
So I pray when I don’t, feel like I should
I’m never too bold, I’m always too cold
I pray I grow old, but feel like I’m young
Cos now that I’m young, I feel like I'm old
And boy do these people keep stepping on my lawn
Sitting on these sidelines for way too long
Hiding secrets way too ugly that could dirty dawn
But I’m gon talk about it consequently in my songs
But now lets get back to how this city has done me wrong
They say “Well I don’t mean to judge”
Before they do the judgement
I’ll never parley with your parliament
My government is hidden in the firmament
But still I love you cos I know that you just missing
On something that’s only fundament-al

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