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Welcome to My City
by Chulo Ramon
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I don't turn the other cheek when they aiming for my temple
Malcolm X with that fire, peeping outside of my window
Got my music loud, bitch I think I'm Jordan Davis
With Trayvon Martin at the gas station, with a bag of skittles like I'm waiting
CNN ain't speaking for me and these judges think they know me
JSO try to provoke me, fuck 'em all they ain't my homies
Ain't no chances out here for me, that's the way they paint the picture
But God bless the child with his own in my scripture
And I'm Hank Aaron to my pitchers
They call it stand your ground, I call it Afro American killer
Where I'm from they throw ya 20 if it's self defense
And let you walk after bussing 10 likes it's common sense
Can't brainwash me with this Head n Shoulders
And life is better saying fuck the world while I ain't sober
Life's a battle if die in combat, I hope you mourn me
Duval County, this is Sparta, based on a true story
Ain't no promise given in my city, they want us to fall hard
These jits is counting bodies in the school yard
Tired of seeing the young niggas die
Fuck the FCAT, teach these niggas to survive
Cause fact is we tryna live
Flipping EBT's and income taxes, nigga let me claim your kid
Extensions on the light bill, eviction warnings on the door still
And only cash in my pocket is Bushwick Bills
Jobs ain't paying like these drugs deals
Fighting to stay legit, but being broke kills, are you ready to die
You ever had a barrel staring at you eye to eye
On a summer day sweating bullets as cars drive by
No pun intended, classes I barely attended
Was sick of being lied to, only gym was the realist
I don't see too many make it out the city limits
And if they do, they in jail or prison, welcome to my city
I don't turn the other cheek when they aiming for my temple
Malcolm X with that fire, peeping outside of my window
Got my music loud, bitch I think I'm Jordan Davis
With Trayvon Martin at the gas station, with a bag of skittles like I'm waiting
CNN ain't speaking for me and these judges think they know me
JSO try to provoke me, fuck 'em all they ain't my homies
Ain't no chances out here for me, that's the way they paint the picture
But God bless the child with his own in my scripture
And I'm Hank Aaron to my pitchers
They call it stand your ground, I call it Afro American killer
Where I'm from they throw ya 20 if it's self defense
And let you walk after bussing 10 likes it's common sense
Can't brainwash me with this Head n Shoulders
And life is better saying fuck the world while I ain't sober
Life's a battle if die in combat, I hope you mourn me
Duval County, this is Sparta, based on a true story
Ain't no promise given in my city, they want us to fall hard
These jits is counting bodies in the school yard
Tired of seeing the young niggas die
Fuck the FCAT, teach these niggas to survive
Cause fact is we tryna live
Flipping EBT's and income taxes, nigga let me claim your kid
Extensions on the light bill, eviction warnings on the door still
And only cash in my pocket is Bushwick Bills
Jobs ain't paying like these drugs deals
Fighting to stay legit, but being broke kills, are you ready to die
You ever had a barrel staring at you eye to eye
On a summer day sweating bullets as cars drive by
No pun intended, classes I barely attended
Was sick of being lied to, only gym was the realist
I don't see too many make it out the city limits
And if they do, they in jail or prison, welcome to my city
