City Boy (Explicit)

I got a story a story to tell

About a long road

Back from a sory of hell

I been flying almost every night

I been ready to burn

And I been living to die

SO take a look take a look in my eyes：

Cause I got no remorse for all the hate

That burns inside

Take a look at my suicide

Self destruction

I know the streets can be so cold

I know these streets

Can make you feel so cold

I've got this gun to my head all alone

Another bottle of pills almoste gone

My cigarette burns

Right trough my soul

I'm almoste home

And I'Ł˘ve seen：

Broken hearts and broken dreams

Like broken bodies

Under the pale street lights tonight

I've seen the hate and yeah

I've heard the lies

So I turned my back

And now I'm on the outside

I know the streets can be so cold

I'm almoste home

Self destruction

I'm on my way home