|In Meth City, where the summer sun shines, the valley air chokes your lungs and fills the sky, where stray bullets fly taking innocent lives, where words are more than words, theyíre weapons by which we die |
In Meth City, where the crystal is king, the fiends and the dealers, underground economy, where you can get fixed every day of the week, where children go hungry so their parents can tweak
In Meth City, where intervention is dead, where nobody cares, itís easier to forget, I heard you had a problem, but I have one too, so forget about me, and Iíll forget about you
In Meth City, where the south side is active, the trade and the traffic, the dirty bills, where the green can get you killed, but so can the white, so even if you try, youíll never get it right
In Meth City, where the jobs donít exist, the factory is closed, gone since 96', where you can flip burgers for five-seventy-five, or you can stay home, smoke rock and get high
In Meth City, where you watch your friends die, shot in cold blood, right in front of your eyes, where just the other day you were side by side, but yesterday is gone and tomorrow is a lie
In Meth City, where it gets hotter than hell, the valley air chokes your lungs and smells stale, where everyone alive tells the same tragic tale, where skin rips open and faces are so pale, where fiends sell things they can never replace, where the cycle never stops, where all it takes is one taste...