"Old York"
Composer; M. Unity
Author; M. Unity
[Chorus]Old York, Old-Old York
Old york the city of sin
Old york the city of Legend
Old York the city of Rap
Old Rap The City is dead
[Verse 1]
Nappy headed boy on the block
With a dream and a Glock
and a brain a soul
compressed by his surrounding
Born into sin born into a lock
but struggling to find his key
instead the boy lives someone eleses life
The boy not knowing the difference between right and wrong
but instead he stays silent
learn how to me and the face of glory
and that's his story
Just trying to life in Old York
[chorus] ld York, Old-Old York
Old york the city of sin
Old york the city of Legend
Old York the city of Rap
Old Rap The City is dead
[Verse 2]
The Man of youth is the man of old
This man not older than 16 years old
But did he find out that york was cold
Damn
The Man did not even try to provike-
what he's fighting all his life
a life of sin and crime
Where you can loose it at the drop of a dime.
What life is this?
What wrong with the actions inside of this.
[chorus] ld York, Old-Old York
Old york the city of sin
Old york the city of Legend
Old York the city of Rap
Old Rap The City is dead
[Outro] I'm getting too old
I'm getting too cold
Friends lost are friends that never come back
Friends lost are friends that never looked back.
What are firends to man like me?
A grew headed skinny Armed man like me
This man is not a man he's a soul
for that nappy headed kid, that was me
and the 16 year old that was me
But you know I have no regrets
That was the life That i picked and chose
I decided not to listen and that was on me
But in the city of Old York It's fall far from the tree
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