Текст песни
City of smoke... city of damp... city of snow...
City where men drop to the bottom... for a couple of bills...
Some will accuse me... of twisting the context... painting it black... (nah)...
Our city is soulless... and mute...
Some think it's a game... some swear that it's not...
Some fly above clouds... others drown in the rot...
Time tick-tocks... and years fly like bullets... (click-clack)...
And there's no cure for the sickness... my mind's in a knot...
You can smoke up your "freedom"... you can keep on the yoke...
You're still stuck in these chains... even if you're woke...
Haze blinds the eyes... life's taste is just bars and the club...
Someone's son is too harsh... someone's grandson's a thug...
NEED CASH... NEED A HOME... NEED THAT G-WAGEN RIDE!
NEED TOBACCO SMOKE THICK... FEEL THE CLUB'S ROOF SHAKE!
NEED SKILLS SHARPENED TIGHT... LIKE A SWORD IN A STREET RHYME'S FIGHT!
BUT ALAS AND ALACK... ALL WE ARE IS SOULS ON THE TRACK!
SOULS ON THE TRACK... YEAH OUR SOULS ON THE TRACK...
SOULS ON THE TRACK... YEAH OUR SOULS ON THE TRACK...
SOULS ON THE TRACK... YEAH OUR SOULS ON THE TRACK...
SOULS ON THE TRACK... YEAH OUR SOULS ON THE TRACK...
CITY OF GREY CLOUDS!
TWO THOUSAND EIGHT, THAT WILD YEAR, LOUD!
UNDERGROUND, BITCH, WE PROUD!
SMOKY MO', KREC, CRIPPLE, UMBRIACO - THE CROWD!
RNB FOR THICK-THIGH MISSES,
AND HOPE'S BRIGHT LIGHT THAT GLISTENS!
WE IN OVERSIZED FIT, CONVINCED,
THAT THE NEXT TURN'S THE SWEETEST!
SMOKE BLASTS OUT THE PIPE!
EVIL TUNES FROM THE SUB, HYPE!
WHO'S REAL HERE, WHO'S HEARTLESS? GOTTA PROVE IT EACH NIGHT!
ON THE PROSPECT, WE SEE LIFE — THEN WE FADE INTO DARKNESS!
ADDING COLOR, THE VIBE! STREET CULTURE'S STARK BRIGHTNESS!
NEED CASH, NEED A HOME, NEED THAT G-WAGEN RIDE!
NEED TOBACCO SMOKE THICK, FEEL THE CLUB'S ROOF SHAKE!
NEED SKILLS SHARPENED TIGHT, LIKE A SWORD IN A STREET RHYME'S FIGHT!
BUT ALAS AND ALACK, ALL WE ARE IS SOULS ON THE TRACK!
SOULS ON THE TRACK...
SOULS ON THE TRACK...
SOULS ON THE TRACK...
