Where We Headed

Mega city capitol Toronto be my fucking zone

The only place in the world you'll never feel quite at home

Whether you were a suit working down on Bay street

Or waiting on the government cheese to feed ye babies

It doesn't fucking matter we all eat from the platter

Same as the next man sometimes you need a helping hand

Especially in the hood we look around like what's good

Nothing ever comes to mind forgotten by the better times

No more rec centers or after school athletics

We be dodging all the shots trying not to let our blood hemorrhage

Little kids are dying and all their mothers crying

While the media paints our picture now we looking like some tyrants