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and in fear of the city 

Oh, oh yeah 
Oh 

I was constantly told 
How our lives were controlled by the city 
How they keep us in debt 
With
backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.

I see a dark sail on the horizon
Set under a black
blood
The wars of the Earth have begun
The sunless age comes so it seems
The cities surrounded by thieves

Rich man he lusts for gold
Still there are
these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?

The situation's
fill me with laughter
And our love will be like a dance

Skies will be clear and the sweet sun will shine
I'll hold her near and I'll know that
still in place
You hold on to what you love
Some things never fade
And that night's still clear as day

We went to get some fresh air on the back porch
I
fill me with laughter
And our love will be like a dance

Skies will be clear and the sweet sun will shine
I'll hold her near and I'll know that
the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Winds are howling
And no one descends to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho.

[Chorus]

But as I come
That seeks to drown us in the flames
But if we sell our soul,
For the chance of gold,
Then we'll rue each passing day!

I swore this place was once
[Chorus]
In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I'm finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?
[Greg Nice]
G-O-L-D gold and I've been told
It's too hot to hold you can get it sold
In the summer heat in the winter cold
Fourteen karat gold won't
Die motherfuckers, we never want you back 
You're unworthy of the honor, that the title straight edge holds 
Your ilk's a dime a dozen, there's no
the street

Maybe love, don't live
In the city
No love, all give
In the city

Every night I look at the sky
And all I see are planes that fly by
There
walk through fire
When clear water runs near
I watch your heart break open wide
A heart I hold so dear
But look at the truth
It could burn a hole
dreams of men

Golden streams of ice
In the cold
Hold up a city of gold
That lives in broad daylight

Two golden streams
Run down my cheeks
When buns are
held high in our dreams of men

Golden streams of ice
In the cold
Hold up a city of gold
That lives in broad daylight

Two golden streams
Run
lived a man with many shining things
Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining, dining, shining king
Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
Where they at?

If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
I am concentrating girl
With all my might
Now the sound of your laughter
Trails off through the midnight sky

As the miles go by cities come
s'possed to be tailored
Motor city rolling with me in an elegant way, nigga
Now understand what I say
Grip a wood steering wheels like a young Pimp C
Last night I waved goodbye,
Now it seems years
I'm back in the city
Where nothing is clear
But thoughts of me holding you,
Bringing us near
Last night I waved goodbye,
Now it seems years
I'm back in the city
Where nothing is clear
But thoughts of me holding you,
Bringing us near
is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a nigga G
Riding on my enemies,
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
Last night I waved goodbye,
Now it seems years
I'm back in the city
Where nothing is clear
But thoughts of me holding you,
Bringing us near

And tell