Dead end street where the shadows grow tall
Writing our names on a crumbling wall
Eight million stories, but they all sound the same
Just a different face in a rigged-up game
The sirens are singing, the city is loud
But we’re findin’ the truth in the heart of the crowd
I watch your back, you watch mine
Walking that thin and crooked line
It’s more than blood, it’s more than pride
Nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide
The grid ties the knot, the street keeps the beat
Eight million lives, but one set of feet
We lean on the wall, we hold up the weight
In the belly of the beast, we decide our fate
From the Bronx to the Hook, it’s the same old code
The weight of the world on a heavy road
Power fails and the lights go black
That’s when you see who’s got your back
It ain’t the law, and it ain’t the state
It’s the man on the corner who decides your fate
I watch your back, you watch mine
Walking that thin and crooked line
It’s more than blood, it’s more than pride
Nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide
The grid ties the knot, the street keeps the beat
Eight million lives, but one set of feet
We lean on the wall, we hold up the weight
In the belly of the beast, we decide our fate
The grid ties the knot, the street keeps the beat
Eight million lives, but one set of feet
We lean on the wall, we hold up the weight
In the belly of the beast, we decide our fate
The grid ties the knot, the street keeps the beat
Eight million lives, but one set of feet
We lean on the wall, we hold up the weight
In the belly of the beast, we decide our fate
