Walking down the sidewalk,in the big city, Feeling your nose burning,ain't that a pity, Hundreds of cars and trucks,making the air shitty, It makes you feel sick,just a little bitt You want to get inside,for some cool air, And get out of that situation,you could not bare, There are sites and sounds,like no where else on earth, Maybe even screams,from someone giving birth, Chorus It all takes place,in downtowns everywhere, In the streets and alleys,even on the stairs, You can't escape it,as long as you are there, Its even worse at nite,if you dare, Bridge The devils come out at nite,and they are armed to the teeth, You might get caught,in a crossfire,and buried beneath, If you have any belongings,you might want to bequeath, And tell your friends and family,to leave a reath, The gangs of the City,run rampant on the streets, Trying to guard their digs,from other gangs they meet, And its a possibility,violence they will meet, And coming out alive,will be quite a feat, Chorus+Bridge And when you hear,the even news,then you will know, What went on the nite before,in a place you did not go, And you'll be glad,you didn't give in to temptation, Or you might have been,in on an assassination, Once there is a hit made,there will be revenge, And violence begats violence,like a door swinging on a hinge, They act like they been out,on a binge, And with all that lead,flying round,they got a singe,
