Testi:
America High In The City

Now I'm high in the city Feel the evening air The crowds in the city Compete for a share It's all so busy, a complete affair Down here... As I

We walk the halls of life See the things what we wanna see Be what we wanna be Wherever I go I search for me Now it's all we have Now it's all we'll

We live our lives one contradiction at a time: "Dying is glorious" or "Slavery is freedom." Don't stop trying, fight it out, push it out. We live

I can keep a, eye on my mida mida Now, loaded up my shit in this van, to tour America I'm out to get this cheese and to see, every area of every city,

' shit Nation wide Look [B.G.] Everyday seems like the same ol' shit Eight years waking up to the same ol' bitch Only thing, hang with the same ol' clique Chopper City

wonder if we've took the wrong road And it seems like so long ago But you know where to go if you ever come home [Repeat] I was born in the morning of America

(feat. Holocaust) And the city did sink into the depths of the sea, And the inhabitants there over drown. Sparks frightening and there were exceedingly

[CHORUS] What goes up must come down But nothin ever changes for miles around In the 'burbs, the burroughs or even the towns In the city It's a pity [

Spit Slant They Eyes And Yell Fuck This Existence Where Nobody Will Even Listen They Just Follow Tradition Cause They Conditioned To Just Do It Turn A Blind Eye America