Ill City

Can you dig it? What’s going around?
Can you show up to let me know that you’re down?
Do you have some heart left or is it all in the box?
Is your mind running free or does it come with a lock?
Do you think you’re the one, do you think that you’re better?
Because of your color, your car, or your leather?
Well, I’m here to report, to show, to break it down
Cause there’s a crisis of soul on the streets of this town.

It’s an Ill City

Now I’ve never been free but I thought that I was
I was free to spend money, buy clothes, and get buzzed
But my mind was a prison and I lived in the hole
And I’ll never get back all the years that place stole.
But I’m turning around, tearing out a new page
I want to lead by example, not give in to the rage.
A cage is a cage but a king ain’t a crown.
Gotta crank the noise up, gotta burn this place down.

It’s an Ill City

Now i’ve seen the mountains and I’ve walked in the rains
Seen the glory of God let the Devil remain
But I thought it all over and I like what I know
Now, I hit it and quit it and I leave it alone
This life ain’t the one I was wanting to live
So I’m walking my streets plotting how to get big
Gotta walk through the fire if I’m going to score.
Gotta give it all back, that’s why I’m going to war.

It’s an Ill City.