U.F.B.
City Cry
[Intro: Erk G]

Shit crazy man...
Somebody gotta say something...
Tired of hearing my city cry

[Verse 1: Erk G]
Gun shots up in broad day 
Serving phines in the hallways 
Ain't no feeling like yo day one a switch up on you for some ball play
Young kid got big dreams 
Fast car sitting on big things 
Always said when I get it all 
We gone split it all since I was sixteen 
Big building and row houses 
Tore em down got the city wilding 
Thank god for link and public housing 
Cuz without that we'll be looting houses 
No job gotta hustle hard
Wanna work but don't know where to start 
Cuz Imma boss I can't have a boss
But my pride man can't buy a car 
Daughter blessed she got a great fam 
Mind wonder in the AM
[A.D.]
Like if my pops would've been around would my situation be the same shit
I talk to him every now and then 
[Erk G]
Had anger that was back then 
[A.D.]
Fake n***as steady acting 
Heard my city cry and I ain't laughing 
[Hook]

Hoping that it a get better
Praying that it a get easier
Constantly watching my people die
I've heard my city cry

[Verse 2: AD]
Shots fired when police come 
Another mama lost her only son 
Turned out it was a phony gun 
You'll hear about about it when the morning come
2 shots in the head 
Mom working, got his pops in the Feds 
Do you hear me, 2 shots in the head 
Protecting and serving? 
These officers scared! 
You ain't out here living ..
So you can't complain ..
A lot of things has changed you ain't cool if you ain't gang 
I jus pray for change 
Young dudes spraying for a name 
It's killing day to day, wish they problems David Blain..
BANG, You and lack get killed now you the news 
[Erk G]
Man Everyday it's a funeral 
Jus a statistic a numeral 
It's turning my city delusional 
Should I Carry its Disputable 
[A.D.]
These are the thoughts of these juveniles 
[Erk G]
I'm tired of expecting the usual
[A.D.]
They coming down that one way what you gone do?
[Hook]

Hoping that it'll get better
Praying that it'll get easier
Constantly watching my people die
I've heard my city cry