A song describing the city I grew up in, a mix between beauty and dispair. Features King, produced by Logic.
Solo hip hop artist out of Baltimore.
Lyrics
From the streets to buildings, the skylines, believe it's real
just to breathe in perceivin the feel
the decadence, the effervessence, this concrete jungle
just the essence, of these charm streets calm peace and humble
beyond, the crack dealings, junkies thieves that clutter it's realm
Fall brings colorful trees blushing on film
like an elder, every wrinkle in it tells a story
bullets molested the atmosphere but it's held it's glory
Springs a rebirth, mother earth like a pregnant shorty
ripe with so much potential it's presence glowing
ignorant of the struggle it faces to survive
it's bliss, the Summer brings pain where gangsta's ride
the streets just watch, and claims the lives of those fallen estranged with pride
it's strange to watch, by Winter, it's cold and withering
looking like the reaper stole what's driven it
but it's soul still living, remembering, I love it
