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Verse 1 -
I'm from the of light, with a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of churches of the serial killer,
And in the summer it feels a hundred degrees,
Where I'm you might see Suffa MC,
Walking the traps trying to the map,
one was my shit I'm trying to take it back,
To writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit,
My the paint, let the track be my canvas,
Thirteen sitting in a park, wine casks,
Watching whole cars as they flying past,
I couldn't paint so I to the writers,
They'd laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by lighters,
'Nasty Arts' ran my evading cop cars,
And we looked up to them they were rock stars,
Paint hands and fame like Manson,
That's not Marilyn, a city held to ransom,
and markers, Country Road parkers,
Hands of an artist left the enchanted,
Until the government pigs had all the washed,
From our walls, end of the renaissance,
And so the walls the colours once played,
Were replaced by the buff, now a blunt grey,
washed, shitty, all grey, all black,
Waiting for the kids of city to take their walls back.

Verse 2 -
I'm from the of light, with a sky of vanilla,
as the city of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the winter, the city dead in the freeze,
Where I'm from you see Pressure MC,
Walking the traps to escape the map,
three was my shit I'm trying to take it back,
Got kicked out of school but I would left in time,
With but an ego and rap to get me by,
I swept floors, packed orders, when racked from Porters,
Liquor store just to score me a track recorder,
Fifteen, in the back door to the gig,
I could rip, bro trust me I fought for this shit,
Cos the city's than a starless night,
And treats a like a fresh piece of meat, greet the carving knife,
Till the day came I'd scar consortiums,
I'd lay waiting, stations and parks my audience,
Before we had our made, before we had a DJ,
We'd rock to a box, before that shit was clichd,
You see mate, I to lay low and gave those,
Better of my life to pave roads,
as hell, we did it by ourselves,
The only secret to this is one that time will tell,
So in cos the city invites, jealously, pity and blight,
in the city of light.