Lyrics
Cleveland Ohio,
my city a slum,
even if you gig,
you live
no better than bums,
pretty women sell their bodies to acquire their funds, where they living off of crumbs,
til it give em the runs,
underpriveleged while brothers still continue to come, into a system where rehabilitation is none,
and the weight on their shoulders a ton,
mad hard to holster a gun
and still provide for your son,
dont smoke,
can't afford to,
I mess up a lung its curtains,
flower bringing,
slow-singing is done,
Ohio,
where elections are purchased and won,
and policemen murder the young,
where the thug life's raising your son,
catch a slug from the gun of ya chum,
go to court judge f*** you for fun,
it's Cleveland....
(Hook)
Hey,
it's that city,
where everything aint polished up or pretty,
the corner,
where they hustle for that dollar,
if you aint on your grind dont even bother,
ooh yeah...
Cleveland,
you gotta love the scenery here,
but never forget to tote you some machinery here,
get got,
its your own fault,
I told you to bear
yourself an arm
and some armor
up under your gear,
and keep an eye out for the c-o-p-s,
in the hood known as (Crooks On Pay Status)
the main thing that matters is providing a way,
for your mom,
wife,
and kids
to see another day,
my city like a prison,
except this system evicting,
first the marshall come serve,
delivering the word,
the next thing you seeing
when you make it home from church,
all your personal belongings on the mf'n curb, Cleveland.....
(Hook)
You see it on the news,
you read it in the paper,
will notice it throughout wherever RTA'll take ya,
stores all closing up,
buildings all boarded up,
chuckholes so big
that your whip
you done tore it up,
65% of the children are dropping out of school,
like mf a book,
we need food to cook,
so where the foreign aid,
right here the aid foreign,
look at Lousiana (Hurricane Katrina),
Texas,
and Oklahoma,
when people starve in the U.S. dont nobody notice,
f the media owners,
major label promoters,
they'd rather make the world think that we're all rich, and being gangsters in America your bound to sniitch, Thats some bs,
in the (Cleve)Land know it's death for dishonor,
and the best mary jane,
Cleveland...
(Hook)
