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These nights feel like Gotham
Dark skies and the darkest problems
Anarchy out in the streets
But we're still praying for peace
These nights feel like Gotham
Dark skies and the darkest problems
Anarchy out in the streets
But we're still praying for peace
Utility belt full of bars
Yeah I got them
Under dark skies feeling like Gotham
I hear the sirens scream so often
Bad guys with the ballys on
Who will stop them?
In a dark mind doubt breeds often
And the heart gets hard where the fear won't soften
A scene that we see so often
A mind was at peace
But now in a state like Boston
Pree the news
About the violent minds of the youth
Who spit violent rhymes in the booth
Then let loose on dudes that they choose
Something like duck duck goose
Well, who do we run run too?
Youngers in a tight choke hold
Tell me, who is gonna loose their noose?
Get them out of these dark dealings?
Provide heart healing?
World full of heroes and villains
And villains that feel like they're heroes
A wise man said not to fear those
Instead tie truth to your ear lobes
The sky is dark so I make notes
Shining light with every pen stroke
Tryna thread the pass like I was Pirlo
Untill you realise
That the light of Christ is what saves souls
These nights feel like Gotham
Dark skies and the darkest problems
Anarchy out in the streets
But we're still praying for peace
These nights feel like Gotham
Dark skies and the darkest problems
Anarchy out in the streets
But we're still praying for peace
These nights feel like Gotham
Dark skies and the darkest problems
Anarchy out in the streets
But we're still praying for peace
These nights feel like Gotham
Dark skies and the darkest problems
Anarchy out in the streets
But we're still praying for peace
Listen
Dark skies inna my town
Where the dargs might get a guy down
Got left so they ain't doing right
Cos doing wrong might get a guy clout
If you see them do the dirt
Then you better turn your back man
Don't be a hero, donny's got a bat man
Or the shank, fam that's never been rare
Bruddah's tryna eat, so he gotta get a pack man
Ask around, we on blast, got the hardest sound
Pass the pen, dead a verse, bring the casket round
I spit sick but I spit this for Jesus bruv
You see the flames, it's likely the gs is us
Ain't the same, I got pain that was tailor made
I heard the call, I prayed and the saviour saved
Paved a way, so life I can't waste away
Urgency when I write, I can't waste a day
I don't even read the news no more
All the role models for the yutes so poor
I will never pardon or excuse no frauds
So they don't wanna fear my point of view no more
I'm delivering the truth, I got em so hurt
Only cos I'm free never coerced
It's for the Lord so we gotta do this properly
Spit it nice with the wisdom we got pro verbs
Don't wanna see another yute fall victim see
It's all a game till your mother can't be consoled
But if V still stands for the victory
Then I shell for the V like Jonjo
Imma spit it right
Filling them with lyrics with the life
Diligently kill it on the mic
Freedom for the guys
Ask the Holy Spirit be my guide
Cos I'm tryna bring my people to the light
These nights feel like Gotham
Dark skies and the darkest problems
Anarchy out in the streets
But we're still praying for peace
These nights feel like Gotham
Dark skies and the darkest problems
Anarchy out in the streets
But we're still praying for peace