Tenement buildings, and skyscrapers





Are polluted and often invaded

with troubled hearts, and weakened minds

Living their lives and hoping to find

the golden key, to prosperity

Never have a grip on reality

This makes day to day living hard

Trumpin your fate, never peepin the card

You just goin through life without a trace

when the answers you seek are in front of your face











You're headed for the top, or so you think

But that's not true for you, your life is on the brink

of self-destruction, total corruption

You better get out or die from consumption

Sweat for a dollar, to get nothin back

Cause at the end of the week, you still get taxed

You'd even sell your soul to make your life correct

But with the rate of inflation you should eat your check

So you try to make a hustle, to get ahead

But the only thing you manage is to stay in the red

Coppin from John, to sell to Rex

And your jones for success has put your life in check

















So you think the facts means you can't win

So you devote your time to a life of sin





Hangin out late is how you survive

Makin deals, talkin jive, and tellin lies

Pressure beatin you down



And all the while, your mind is ramblin



Or even sly



You decide these things but you don't know why



Cause another sucker you were chillin the most

















You (Run) round talkin bout what you hate

Livin your life just to perpetrate

You think your style is chill, because you're always cold

with your platform shoes and your fake gold



Sheer dynamite

But if you only knew the crew called you freak's delight





Wearin the tightest jeans, and shortest skirt

You think you're cold chillin, lookin like a jerk

No matter what you do, come out second rate



You're blind































Because these words I say are meant for you to hear

So if you bust these facts you will persevere