I drink the colouded city rain water
you can never save my soul
Painted glass on my stomach

and i don 't break it for no one; go!
The blood runs like a river
when your backs turned

and hope don 't float
when it 's chockin on it 's last words


word, which one would you used to describe this?
i'm sick of fighting
everybody around me for silence

sick of tryin to get by inside
of your slilly blinded vision
of what you thought life was before you dived in


take a look at me
i 'm picking through my last meal

heading to the galos with a smile
on my cracked grill


and that 's real;
you can keep your little rap deals
cause i don 't give a damn

about being king of they crap hill
stop and let it fall where the chips land
and take the earth from underneath

your fragile pride and kickstand
so when it all clears and the rain clouds fade
you can sleep with the rest

of the skeletons in they grave

This city; [yeah] it 's really got a hold on you

This city; [man] it 's really got a hold on you

you don 't need to fight me off

i 'm well on my way
gunna leave these cobblestones
and matchsticks in the back of my brain

i learned that you don 't have
a single word left that you can say
gunna make me quiver when you

wave it like a knife in my face
[your king is dead]


you can cherish these bricks all day
but not a single one will get you
outta here and take you away

you want a throne that can never be claimed
but standing there looking like
another drone that lost his way

so take the broken crown off,
bowin in a kingdom full of fools gold
searching for a diamond

in a pile full of bruised hopes

you 're looking at me through

those tiny little two holes
that lie to you and force you
to be blinded when the truth shows

yeah i guess i 'm nothing but a blood drop
that fell out your blacklisted
number one spot

coagulate me i 'm ready to be released
and outta your palms like
a burgandy padded breeze


how poetic you all want change
but won 't let it

get a breath of any answer
till you decided that it 's ready to breathe
believe me that 's the nature of the beast

break it 's little legs and watch it try to flee
watch it hobble out your awful line of reach
turn around and pull the cotton out

it 's mouth and pour it 's heart into the streets
and when all of this is over
you can sharpen up your teeth
just to smile in the mirror
while the rest of you depletes


This city; it 's really got a hold on you
This city; yeah it 's really ate a hole through you

you don 't need to fight me off

i 'm well on my way
gunna leave these cobblestones
and matchsticks in the back of my brain
i learned that you don 't have
a single word left that you can say

gunna make me quiver
when you wave it like a knife in my face

your king is dead


you don 't need to fight me off
i 'm well on my way
gunna leave these cobblestones
and matchsticks in the back of my brain
i learned that you don 't have
a single word left that you can say

gunna make me quiver
when you wave it like a knife in my face

your king is dead