vs 1
Im from where heroes die,
they dont know Gods alive
and the only ones that rule got commas and zeroes by the side/
where the windows hide, 
the lies of lives inside 
the city cries
we pushin for the rise but we living under fallen skies/
i feel the wind against my face but the stinch is sour/
we killin in the same place we used to fight the power/
and anyone thats finds the right way is  deemed coward, watch his soul devoured.
nigga welcome to the midnight hour
its hot out here but aint damn thang sunny
lost souls out here but dont nothin move but the money,
they say hustle hard because time is borrowed/
they dont hear me living for today because im spittin from tomorrow/
i spit the turn back music from the pain inside/
this learn that music, nigga change or die/
we find time to grind, but lose hope, while life swallows youth whole/
the city moves fast so i pray you move slow. 

HOOK
city of tears city of sorrow
does anyone give a damn about tomorrow
This state of mine
this state of mind
if i could stop time
id hit pause then rewind
(2x)


vs 2
inhale the hell, we share our lives with rats and roaches/ 
the struggle chokes us/
feels hopeless when dreams are out of focus/
I touch the sky and get inspiration from our fallen souldiers
in the belly of the beast i pray the lord reach down and hold us/
cries for help fall on deaf ears, because deaths here/ niggas tryna see tomorrow aint 

thinking bout next year/
so actions keep us in conversations with the reaper/ we souled not sold out s.o.u.l nigga 

keep up/ Life told us it was either or, do or die/ i light the path to third ways demons 

you a lie/ i give life through word play the songs alive/ to fight the evil that keep my 

people committing geno suicide/
stripped butt naked by the streets the devil stole you/ when they redefined cool the 

system snuck in to control you/ they give you the brain wash and claim that its soul food/ 

dont let the beast console you/ turn around we used to know you/


HOOK
city of tears city of sorrow
does anyone give a damn about tomorrow
if i could stop time
id hit pause then rewind
because that chk chk pow 
might just change your mind
(2x)

vs3
I used to eat up every word from the talkin heads/ little did i know, i was gettin game 

from the walkin dead/
they selling games not truth, thats why we keep losin/ we planting change at the root, 

thats why we keep moving.
you hungry cause you only eating  what they sold you/
life is what you make it but its hard when you got no tools/ 
so..
im up to bat man, no joker but a riddler/
like mike im off the wall but 
over ya head like the fiddler/
speakin of which, i scream my message from the roof tops/
until the noose locks and the fuckin truth stops/
they say my spit is like jumpin with no bungee boy/
but its the neutrinos plottin change, I just run decoy/
this is throwback music 
this is fight the power
this is pro black music
in the midnight hour
this is stand up music 
death to all the cowards
This is pro love music
watch the hate devoured.


Hook
city of tears city of sorrow

city of tears city of sorrow

City of Sorrow

Life In My Pen

VS 1. 
momma pray for me! i'm out here with these animals/
these cannibals, busting back is fucking understandable/
it's gun play now a days
evil infiltrated sound waves/
got you hooked on image, you niggas (are) sound slaves/
all they preach is death and the cell /
killing and jail 
this is for my angels ....walking in hell /
put my blood into this rap dream but all I see is  vampires/
one mic, trying not to get bit ... damn liars/
i don't even bang but they got me strapped up/
i don't even slang but they got me trapped up/
in this hip hop shit, the truth need more glory/
my shine was swallowed under street lights. Changed the story/
momma said don't put all your eggs in one basket/
(but) i aint have but one egg, so befo' they close the casket/
i spit it like i'm free, aint nothin harder than that/
a fire starter with facts 
like the martyrs are back/

HOOK: 
IN THE CITY ...they say you aint allowed to cry/
gassing niggas up like its only kill or die/
shout out to the living, If you aint afraid to fly/
shake the demons off your wings, man its time to touch the sky/

In the city ... they put the hatred in your eyes/
try to make you believe that all the love and hope died/
but you can catch your dreams when they're falling out the sky/
for your family be the what, when, where, how, and why/
 
VS 2. 
Another hot summer/
the whole city dumbs up/
my people bleed their own just to get their fuckin sums up/
wake the angels from the slumber/
because we walk to 6ft under/
it aint  OKC (okay see) when we talking 'bout the thunder/, BANG
Obama talking change, but the people about the dollars/
promoting false prophets while their snuffin out the scholars/
black mommas cry and holler/ 
we was busy popping collars/
when they redefined cool/
we jumped in line to play the fool/
they got prophets for a profit/, no im not a prophet/
i can rock it/, 
beat up beats like my heart until its stopping/
I'm trying to spit that rebirth, trying to speak that quench of thirst
on this black earth, that I inhale until it hurts/
to be blunt I let it burn to keep from falling/
in other words i'm high, high enough to hear the calling/
blood sweat and tears to spit with soul, I guess i'm all in/
i flick the wick that lights the spark of change,
but the engine is stalling/ 
 HOOK: 
IN THE CITY ...they say you aint allowed to cry/
gassing niggas up like its only kill or die/
shout out to the living, If you aint afraid to fly/
shake the demons off your wings, man its time to touch the sky/
In the city ... they put the hatred in your eyes/
try to make you believe that all the love and hope died/
but you can catch your dreams when they're falling out the sky/
for your family be the what, when, where, how, and why/
VS 3: Chief BluntLeaf:
In da city, always busy 
So greedy, such a pity we can’t even take the time to help all the needy 
In our reality we think they’re the ones that’s filthy 
But when actually we’re the ones that’s guilty, feel me? 
I can’t even pretend to comprehend  
What it’s like feeling pinned up against a dead end 
Condemned, seeing nothing, but tail ends 
Thinking there’s gotta be a way to transcend 
Like holy shit what in the world just happened 
Seeing thru eyes that begin to white and blacken 
Abandoned since ya fell off the wagon 
So sad, I mean can u even imagine 
Living day to day, looking for that one friend 
And we’re living day to day looking for the weekend 
Living on the streets, aint got shit to eat 
And we’re living nice and neat looking for a trick or treat



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This track is a rough draft. This beat is a random beat I made. I just threw the vocals from "Don't go home", a song about my sick mother, over it. Sounded cool to me but not sure if the beat fits the song. Please give me some feedback. If it's cool I will clean it up and keep it.

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Shout out to my second and soon to be first home, Seattle, WA

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