Art of the Numb

Summer, Spring

Winter, Fall (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Summer, Spring

Until the City of God

You wanna ruin a mother's day?

Empty out a magazine

Then shrug away

Ay, over there you see them street lights out

Over east, that's when we find out

If shorty got his peace

Or if he got his peace signed out

Ain't no telling how we find out

He might shoot

No questions asked

Just weapons blast

Be careful who you stepping past

They wearing mask

And naw it ain't cold out

He got his eyes poked out

But covered up his whole mouth, dang

But he don't know another way though

Unfortunately this is how he makes dough

It's common like eating ramen

You wonder why we not astonished

Cause they live in bondage

Let's keep it honest

They mourned then succumbed to it

The city numb to it

Instead of run from, they run to it

I've seen shootouts where no one's hit

I'm praying that the Lord come quick

(Praying that the Lord come quick)

I've seen shootouts, the wrong one hit

I'm praying that the Lord come quick

(Praying that the Lord come quick)

I'm praying that the Lord come quick

I'm praying that the Lord come quick

(Praying that the Lord come quick)

Every gun's a paintbrush

In the palm of the young (my God)

Art of the numb

Short like a summer's eve

Life slips away

Eyelids close

Right in front of me

This breathe, not made to stay (not made to stay)

This breathe, is sacred today, yeah

Summer, Spring

Winter, Fall (summer, spring, winter, fall)

Summer, Spring

Winter, Fall (summer, spring, winter, fall)

Summer, Spring

Winter, Fall (summer, spring, winter, fall)

Summer, Spring

Until the City of God

Summer, Spring

Winter, Fall (summer, spring, winter, fall)

Summer, Spring

Winter, Fall (summer, spring, winter, fall)

Summer, Spring

Winter, Fall (summer, spring, winter, fall)

Summer, Spring

Until the City of God

Til' the City of God, yeah

Yeah, til' the City of God

Welcome aboard, Red Line run: Sacred Sound Street

This is Sacred Sound Street