T.C. Lyrics

In the city of fury

I realize I ain't got no future

Momma been working for many years

And she's still a commuter

So that nine to five

Ain't give us crap

Reason why we become shooters

Many of us rather do that

Then become poorer

I see my hood on tv

And they ain't talking

About the culture

Serious face when you walk around

Cause life in here

Ain't no Humor

I ain't doing that milly

But im sure dancing con el chuzo

I can operate

But I won't do a suture

In the city

In the city

In the city

In the city

In the city of fury

I realize I ain't got no future

Momma been working

For many years

And she's still a commuter

So that nine to five ain't give us crap

Reason why we become shooters

Many of us rather do that

Then become poorer

I see my hood on tv

And they ain't talking

About the culture

Serious face when you walk around

Cause life in here

Ain't no Humor

I ain't doing that milly

But im sure dancing con el chuzo

I can operate

But I won't do a suture

I love my city, my hood, my people

But I gotta go

I'm meant to see real dough

Not this little crumbs

It was in the tarot

I love my city, my hood, my people

but I gotta go

I gotta go