The Color Grey

[Intro] She is living just enough for the city Nights, lights Split shifts, two jobs Heavy hitting the books then the evening Kisses baby girl at sunrise Shower, breath, eat Her cycle spinning Just enough for the city Nights, lights She works hard for the money Bent over backwards Wind in her hair Weighted shoulders Outrun burden Caring all her cares Just enough for the city Nights, lights Her only promise is friday Friday never lied Never left her Single Mother Hustler [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Downtown on the corners, I pass many wounded warriors Left home to fight for home and return they rewards going homeless A pity how the city won't make them a new tenant But keep putting up new laws while pushin them further out the city limit Living American dream, more like a nightmare In your sleep, but if you wake up, the terrors still right there Land of milk and honey, though it's spoiled I guess While families struggle for they money tryin reach success Or reaching over gas station counters for a Powerball Or Megamillions with their very last dollars, y'all How many people overmaxed their debit cards on gas? Every week they get to work till they get they get they check to cash Make it last how can you when it's always so little Life's a blur, I fight the urge to merge with the Demiurge A cold wind struck me as that thought occurred Chill me to my very core, raised the hair on my arms, and frazzled my nerves Then I was like, I was like, my mind's playin tricks on me Feelin like the Ghetto Boys, I hope I'm not paranoid But can't escape what's a plug for the Matrix I can't go back, the future, I must face it [Hook] I'm working, I'm put my work in But don't nothing ever seem to ever be working I gotta get mine, up before sunrise To get my babies dressed, fed, and off to school Lord I be wonderin why I be strugglin Can't take much more, I gotta give it over you Cause I hate my job, can't stand my boss But I don't know what else to do Life in the city [Verse 2: MK Asante] Uptown with the sunrise George Jackson, Blood in My Eye Make the sun cry, School of Hard Knock alumni On some other shit like boardin the Mothership Shelf ya speech, nah, we don’t do Governments Kill the ads, death to fake governance Send Congress to the same place my brother went Chain gang, hell bound, state penitent Killadel, Pistovane, yeah we militant Nobody break up fights, too busy filming it Fiends nod to beats of despair, feeling it City ice cold but still ain’t got no chill in it Old heads shakin they heads in bewilderment At young bucks goin buck wild in the wilderness Survival mode, hackers living by code Taxes tap into phones, kids dying by drones I spark a Rello, inhale the scene, and pen a poem About this smart project teen all on her own Labeled less, just cause she ain’t got no home Told her ‘keep ya head up, beloved, claim ya throne’ [Hook]