Hey, I miss home though I hardly come through.
I be overworking and some things I can't choose.
God, I can't believe I'm making time for issues
that I'm dealing with in the urban.
My homies telling me,
how about a trip to the Dervs?
Honestly, I see more to it.
Family, vegetation, the nature and most of it.
Hugs and the kisses from all my crannies are wishing well.
Washing the ditches with all my cousins I kick
it with and they don't understand how it feels.
It ain't just the city lights,
the fabrics and the opportunities that fly quick.
Responsibilities I take risks,
fighting for my worth with that fist.
Nobody really cares in the city,
you on your own.
Either you can step in the back and play it like a song.
My cousin said he packing and moving straight through the zone.
He said he wanna follow my lead,
I'll leave him alone.
I guess I became too comfortable,
man,
I'm hitting the road.
I've been losing myself in this foreign city.
I call home, television and flashlights.
Where all the people with their fake lives.
I'm drowning in a pool of lies.
In a world that's lost its truth.
Believe it's true, it's the life we're choosing.
Now we're ruined.
Jimmy
Wiz baby.
This ever life is draining me out.
Need to go back and breathe.
Admire the trees, breathe free.
Finally leave from this city.
Fam, all I know is this city.
Bright lights, man I'm not alone if you with me.
Oh,
we chasing this,
the money,
no control over Willy.
They call it a rat race, a syndrome of the city.
It's all about the views and the cars,
or the shooting with stars.
The who's who of this music and arts.
But this life I refuse to disorse.
If it ever makes sense,
it's all I know,
but I ain't used to it,
bruh.
P, I got the work and the ride.
Only right that I fit in.
So I'm off to Durham in July.
And after blowing out my gram,
get the urban kabob.
And they don't give a damn,
baby,
they ain't personal now.
We get lost in the making of work and cut family ties.
Young Simba, damn it, had to be pride.
Though it hurts, man, I practically cried.
Lost myself while in search of tomorrow through calamity's eyes.
I've been losing myself in this foreign city.
I call home television and flashlights.
Where all the people with their fake lives.
Gone in a pool of lies.
In a world that's lost its truth.
Believe it's true, it's the life we're choosing.
Now we're ruined.
Now we're ruined.
Yo,
I've seen so many girls tripping on luxury things.
The drugs and the money weave that fashion the wheels.
What happened to all the dreams that they had?
The only reason they got them packing their bags and catching a cab.
Where they came from, they're struggling.
Too much poverty, they're left back home.
So why we celebrating pop and champagne?
We never made it yet.
We're still tripping on city influence.
We can't reject.
We're trying to think of goals we yet accomplished,
but we can't reflect.
They probably miss home,
the only place where you were natural.
Well,
you ain't got to change,
meet a certain standard.
Losing a genuine value that we surpassing with.
My sister says she packing and moving straight to the zone.
She says she want to follow my lead.
I'll leave her alone.
She tired of being real.
She want to live by the code.
I hope she don't get too comfortable, man.
Getting the road.
I've been losing myself in this foreign city.
I call home television and flashlights.
Where all the people with their fake lives.
We're drowning in a pool of lies.
In a world that's lost its truth.
Believe it's true, it's the life we choose.
And now we're ruined.
Now we're ruined.
This ever life is draining me out.
Need to go back and breathe.
Admire the trees, breathe, breathe.
Finally leave from this city.
No walk in the park.
It ain't about the golden chain.
The fancy life will soon fade.
Baby, go to life in the city.
No walk in the park.
It ain't about the golden chain.
The fancy life will soon fade.