Inner Cities ft. Seuss Mace Lyrics

What must I do to begin to let you know that

I'm not the one you can fake on

I'm in the studio cooking daily

I'm a lyrical chef like Raekwon

Watching the ghetto through eye boogers

Mama sent me to the store to buy sugar

Hopped up inside of my converse

And I hit the block like a fine hooker

On the way I heard a gun singing 

With a man screaming in the background

Where I'm from even if you run track

You are not exempt from the track down

Loving words over cold caskets

Too familiar and it's so tragic

Trying to change for the better

But steadily getting haunted by my old habits

Voice muffled in economy class

Poison the reign/rain of things clear

Through the poor people who speak truth

Because in the rich heart it strikes fear

And I drop my tears frequent

Knowing it's supposed to replicate semen

I'm going to keep it keep it 

Only inside, the external

Better confined in a journal

They manipulate the vulnerability

Killing any shred of hope you possess

Poverty stricken and I'm thinking about

Just handing the devil my soul to molest

Because I know when I'm next

Everyone (keep) saying I'm next

What they don't see is the stress 

But I'm making a way 

Took a trip to the inner city

Saw a old homie said he spun the block

Took a step or two away from him

Looked him in eye's didn't see a lot

Couldn't save his soul

All he saw was opps

Such a big fish on little dock

Is gonna stop

Does it ever really stop

Met a lady through socializing she got paid shows to artists she provides them

There are three doors in hip hop and ones a closet

You could sellout and sell records

You could stick to yah guns stay indie or no progress

Gone with the wind

Each song brings a win

May not know'em til collaboration but when in rotation we acquaint through tax

Music can bring a message hope the melody help a heathen through the parallax

In the studio send a invoice for raps

Rip to Coolio paradise on the the map

For a gangsta who tryna feed the ones love make appearances in the club and roll with thugs

The epitome of what one thought he really was

Only speaking on his experience with the drugs

At a young age saw a body for the first time

Side the crib cops came sprayed lines

Momma figured everyone be fine

The irony of it is she had moved us far away from the philly streets

City to suburbs van or jeep

Find a way tryna make ends meet

There was not one thing that we did not have that my mother would know we need

Been using the memories as batteries

And the baggage leaves

Put it out of site and out of mind it loop gets back to

I let the passion bleed

Took a trip to the inner city

Saw a old homie said he spun the block

Took a step or two away from him

Looked him in eye's didn't see a lot

Couldn't save his soul

All he saw was opps

Such a big fish on little dock

Is gonna stop

Does it ever really stop

Took a trip to the inner city

Saw a old homie said he spun the block

Took a step or two away from him

Looked him in eye's didn't see a lot

Couldn't save his soul

All he saw was opps

Such a big fish on little dock

Is gonna stop

Does it ever really stop

Lyrical chef like Raekwon

Mama figured everyone will be fine

Lyrical chef like Raekwon

Mama figured everyone will be fine