[Verse 1:]
I drink the cloudy city rainwater, you can never save my soul. Painted glass on my soul, I don't break it for no one. Your blood runs like a river when your back's turned and hope don't float when it's chokin' on it's last word. Which one would you use to describe this, sick of fightin' everyone around me for silence, sick of tryin' to get inside of your silly blinded vision of what you though life was before you dived in. Take a look at me I'm piggin through my last meal, headin' to the gallows 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 bein king of the crap hill. Stop, and let it fall where the chips lay and take the earth from underneath your fragile pride and kick stand. So when it all clears and the rain clouds fade you can stay with the rest of the skeletons in their grave.

[Chorus:]
This city (yeah) it's really got a hold on you. This city (yeah) it's really got a hold on you. You don't need to fight me off, I'm well on my way. Gonna leave these cobblestones and [?] in the back of my brain. I learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say. Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face. Your king is dead.

[Verse 2:]

[Chrous:]
This city (yeah) it's really got a hold on you. This city (yeah) it's really got a hold on you. You don't need to fight me off, I'm well on my way. Gonna leave these cobblestones and [?] in the back of my brain. I learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say. Better 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. Gonna leave these cobblestones and [?] in the back of my brain. I learned that you don't have a single word left that you can say. Better make me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face. Your king is dead.