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In my city the sky can cry all night;
In my city the streets can whine all night;
In my city people die all the time;
In my city, boi, in my city...
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Take the time to look at the Stars in the sky,
They're the tears that we cry that light up at night;
They're the ones we mourn, the ones we aspire to,
We've learnt that they're gases, but I say they're fire too.
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Another sleepless night drives me to my keyboard
Where ideas are born, from impregnated thoughts
And grow into verses, that won't let me be bored,
I'm alone, but they keep me company. I'm not
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I met a Rhyming Master
Whose mind was faster
Than those of feeble earthlings,
That the earth brings
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I am timeless like Shakespeare, though I'm writing this now,
But how can I be writing this now
If now became the past just now?
Really, I'm starting to think... no, I know that there is no 'now'!
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if you fall - get up, only you mark the end,
if you get up - fight, let it end by Ur death,
if you fight you will fall, itz inevitable,
if you fall - get up, only you mark the end...
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On the planet of the fruit, the fruit of the planet’s dying, trying
To save the last of it from the blatant lying, sighing
As it watches life wither away to the fruitless end; bend
Your thinking so you can see dreams and reality blend, send
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In My City
In my city the sky can cry all night;
In my city the streets can whine all night;
In my city people die all the time;
In my city, boi, in my city...
In my city, boi, God is forgotten;
people follow religion, their minds are rotten.
People kill for money, die 'cause of money,
banks spend our money, and find it funny.
Kids drink till they forget, they forget till they drink;
it's Apocalypse now, we're way past the brink...
it's a theatrical city, everyone's an actor,
everyone's waitin for next great disaster.
'I would kill for a phone' ain't just an expression,
it's more of a statement - kids full of agression.
kids full of the city, like the city's full of kids,
but they're workin on it - they're killin all the kids...
In my city the sky can cry all night;
In my city the streets can whine all night;
In my city people die all the time;
In my city, boi, in my city...
I'm a Silesian boy who moved to Tottenham,
I'm a Tottenham boy who'll always love London,
I'm a London boy who's Silesia-born,
and my people will be free - so go on, sound the horn!
Exile like Chopin, likewise keeps hoping,
Exile from Home, but somehow I'm coping...
I wasn't bought or sold, jus brought and told
you're gonna study here, and live here - be bold!
so I let my heart turn cold, f- it, why care?
carin never really got us anywhere...
nothing's holdin me back, so come and hold me back,
I ain't no ref, but I change the rules like Shaq.
it's time to speak of feelin, son, you're insecure,
that's why you want the finest chic, but she ain't the cure,
you want the fastest cars, you want the longest chain,
but none of that bulls- will take away the pain...
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