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letra de city on my back - areze

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city on my back lyrics
[verse 1]
i prayed for better days

in trenches screaming elevate

from living in the section 8’s

to moving down on 58th

seen cases where the children play

the weather cast says bullets rain

i was sitting up in class and the cops came i got put away

14 hours in a holding cell

just sitting there was cold as h-ll

was praying to my folks to bail

cause god i just ain’t know as well

seen my future in the balance

everyday another challenge
round the corner nother problem

i don’t know how imma manage

seen my dads gun i was 10 years old

years latеr i would have it

passed down to me likе his old jeans chains tee’s and jackets

in the school i was a scholar

as a person mad dramatic

was out here claiming wifey but surrounded by the ratchets

been backstabbed by some my closest

in the dark was feeling broken

felt my heat was getting colder

thought it just came with getting older

i missed some school time that’s just adding stress
talking to the dhs

scratch and claw i for my respect

get it fore i’m laid to rest

[hook]

i was talking to the angels pray for better days

i lock inside this booth to take the pain away

my city on my back like it the family name

[verse 2]

my little brother eyes be on my every move

and when i stress and show my tears know it effect his mood

doing everything i can to help him get through school

so he don’t end up as a name flashing on the news

don’t rep no gangs or sets but d-mn that family’s enticing
that’s with you too the very end just ask they by your side man

i was stress for the longest so who’s suprised i’m smoking loud

my sister my not know me but i hope i make her proud

my mom supporting everything thing i do rep my accomplishments

and it be time we’ve b-tted heads but she made sure i had my options

because we know some people out her struggling empty pockets

from a place where the view is always harder change the optics

bodies flying everywhere it’s looking like mosh pit

brothers dying mothers crying kids growing up orphaned

thousand prayers come from the city i just hope they end the torture

can’t even claim your side once you do then it’s a war zone

[hook]

i was talking to the angels pray for better days

i lock inside this booth to take the pain away

my city on my back like it the family name

- areze

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