City Don't Love Me - Apollo The Great, Jarell Perry

Digging in the concrete

Looking out for something

From you I got nothing

The city don’t love me

But I still stay high all day

Watch me die for this

The city don’t love me

But it’s the only thing

I dedicate this to my youngins jumping off the porch early as hell

Copping onions out here pumping and they barely can spell

On a mission for the chicken trying to get it the fast way

Sick and tired of living like they’re sitting in last place

Going through the struggle

All we know is hustle

You hug the block but it don’t hug you

How can I be innocent I’m living where the trouble at

Another bundle another trap

I gotta get it

Man these young niggas hopeless

Tired of living so stressed they trying to progress

They out of prison and I know the system really got us set up to fail

It’s like our only options being broke, dead, or in jail

Can’t survive in the city ain’t no jobs in the city

And they wonder why niggas getting robbed in the city

These youngins gotta do whatever for the cream

At night when their stomach growling all alone I hear them scream

Digging in the concrete

Looking out for something

From you I got nothing

The city don’t love me

But I still stay high all day

Watch me die for this

The city don’t love me

But it’s the only thing

Shorty 16 momma a fiend

How she supposed to dream

When this harsh reality is all that she seen

Ain’t nobody love her how could you judge her

Cause she barely in the 10th grade

Already a mother to other girls

And the school ridicule her call her a slut

Not knowing all the emotion that she got bottled up

She was looking for love an older man took advantage

Of this young girl damaged and the seed that he planted

The result of a rape this was all she could take

Asking God why he put her in this horrible place

Took her daughter to the babysitter said she’d be back

Late to get her cause where she going she can’t take her with her

With tears in her eyes she cried as she filled the tub with water

Knives in her hands thinking about her daughter

She severed both her wrists screaming life should have been better

On the dresser she left a letter it said

Digging in the concrete

Looking out for something

From you I got nothing

The city don’t love me

But I still stay high all day

Watch me die for this

The city don’t love me

But it’s the only thing