Lyrics:
The rising cost of getting by
But I believe in love
I believe in old folks
I believe in children
And I believe in you
believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love
on TV and social networks it just fuck with my thinking
Scared I'll die young with no children to hold (believe)
No one to leave what I owe
Scared I'll
America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
The air
the children learn
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron
Never will the pages turn
The City of Gold's in the distance
And they've already forgotten their
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to apologize to Mos and Kweli (Kweli)
But is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped it from
for the city with me?
I believe there's a city
Way up in the sky
It's made out of solid gold
Invisible to the eye
Don't ask me why
I believe
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
Suffer not Your neighbor's affliction
Suffer not Your neighbor's paralysis
But extend your hand Extend your hand
Lest you vanish in the city
alright, with memories inside
Midnight dust on the floor
Watch it turn into gold
And I don't even know what's real
And I don't know what to feel
I'm
This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold
This one for them good girls
Them good girls straight masterpieces
Stylin', whilen,
and restrained
We were younger then
When I go to sleep
I hardly ever dream
And when I'm wide awake
I can't believe what I see
I see the good people trying
I
believe that this is happening
We're such unlikely lovers
Though no one seems to notice as they hurry by
Ask me what I'm thinking, and I won't deny it
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold!
Everywhere this fire is burning,
Destroying and melting their gold,
Destroying and wasting their
get high in Miami, dance the night away
People never die in Miami, that's what they all say
(You believe me, don't you baby?)
Come on down
a city that lives only in my dreams
The groves where we played when we were children
The groves where we fooled around as teens
Those green groves are
miracles and make-believe
If you were blind you still could see
That she believes in me, Oh
Feels like I found a pocket full of gold
[Chorus]
I'm
It's just me out here
At least that's what it feels like
They said I wouldn't make it
That this was a City of Broken Dreams
But somehow lost
place
(That's what I said)
Between a rock
And a hard place
(Yeah)
You'd better stop
Put on a kind face
Yeah!
Don't you believe anymore
Yeah!
We're the new generation
The new generation
And we believe now
We believe (We believe)
(We believe)
It's a televised revolution
We want
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold!
Everywhere this fire is burning,
Destroying and melting their gold,
Destroying and wasting their
sure that it's real
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear
Little by little
You turn in the middle
But you're never sure why you're
every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "Fuck the girls"
Said suck my dick, clit, tits, I'm yellin', "Six, six, six"
I can't believe how bold,
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