The Beautiful Decay

[Verse 1: Psyonik] Look at my city Ruggedly beautiful and pretty And at times she’s intelligent and witty It’s a pity Cuz she gotta a darker side She got me gassed up and I don’t wanna spark the fire So I keep the flame ‘wet’ like a Sillhou- And inside a nigga weep like Willow She’s a thriller on the whole But a killer to the soul Matter fact I think she gotta weapon in her sole! When she step a nigga know I could see the blade runnin’ Whisper to her spirit just so I could save somethin Lookin’ like a angel but she committin’ hella sins Fatal with them tendencies perfect with that elegance Look into her eyes all I see is despair But I still see the evidence, something’s there She just needs to overcome it Climb to the summit When she make it to the top She’ll be proud that she done it Like a hundred - hanging by three digits Whip it like it’s lic’rice her kisses is delicious So I can’t ever sever this city, she's the mistress I’m tryna mend her soul where is Heaven’s seamstresses Before you ever look or just find something to say She’ll hit you with that beautiful decay [Verse 2: Isaiah G] Look at my city, she engaged with my blues She got involved with a bunch of unsavory crews I see her daily on news, and I'm staying confused I hope she win the game of life but then she play and she lose And then she putting drugs in her body constantly Is it because her education was a mockery She won the lottery, and blew it all in a week And she resumes violence in the summer following peace I guess she follow the piece, cuz she the queen yall dyin She bought elections for Blagojevich and George Ryan Lying to the neighborhood, cuz you know her paper good Running over bulls since '91 like a Laker would She think she Magic, really a crack addict And marijuana circulating, got the children percolating Exposed herself, imposed her wealth Walking around with big diamonds like she posed for stealth She bout to close her health, if its any left anyway I’m praying for redemption I will take a step anyday In the midst of it, she exuberant Maneuvering around the lessons of crack and weed that she tutoring She lost her majesty, her initial sweetness gave me cavities This is really a tragedy But this is just another day in the week I ate her soul and got the beautiful decay in my teeth