I gotta get out of here, this city’s gonna kill me
Could be anywhere, anywhere but here
I wonder how long before this shit gone take me under
Moving through New York City in a black seven fifty
Like Batman moving through Gotham
Dodging pot holes as I gently move
Through Harlem with my wheels on slalom

Pain in my eyes as I'm passing the place
Where they found Sean Bell and they shot him
Forty one times, he committed no crime
But I guess life ain't Times Square
But in the city that's gritty where the bottom is shitty
Where the mayor's a billionaire

You learn Manhattan keep on making it
And Brooklyn, keep on taking it
Cause life just ain't that fair
For the kids in the park, watching out for the Narcs
Putting Sour Diesel in the air
Tryin' to flip them a pack, stack up a couple racks
And make it the hell outta here… (New York)
Let the city peel away right from under you
There are too many clouds in the sky
I can hear them calling out to me
I can hear them calling out

Let the city peel away
There were too many ghosts in this town
I can hear them calling out to me, out to me!
I maneuver through the ATL in a black SL
With the goddess of a black female
This is black male Heaven with the ballers are professing
But to me home feels like Hell

Even though it's black cops from the mayors to the top
Black blood still gets spilled
They raided a house, no drugs were ever found
But a black grandmother laid killed
Like the dream of the King when the sniper took his life
On the balcony of Lorraine Motel

From now forthward, these young black boys
Seem to self-sabatoge they selves
Or maybe they're just smart, and they choose to go hard
Cause they know the good guy will fail
So you ask what happens to a dream deferred
Langston, well it kills itself... (Atlanta)
Let the city peel away right from under you
There are too many clouds in the sky
I can hear them calling out to me
I can hear them calling out
Anywhere but here