I am just crushed in the velvet. My heart is locked in a box. I am still sinking in black skylines. But now I want it to stop. . I'm sailing high but I can't see.
(A. Bell / V. Clarke). . Don't be naive,. don't deny what you see.. Where lies the truth?. Hidden deep, in-between.. Dance through the night,. from sublime to extreme..
As I take a look down the boulevard. Full of ghetto youth, life is very hard. So many faces bearing the battle scars. But love I bring to the people. Coming straight from the heart.
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea). And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly. Just keep on the hustle 'cause we have to stay pon the grind.