City Lights Songtext
von Jonwayne

I see my past highlighted by these city lights
I take the alleyways grabbing on this battered mic
The dark shattered light, my peers after mine

I′m just hoping that they also love the afterlife

Either that or whatever is creeping after life
See I'm a man tonight

I see these boys looking joyful with their toys
While I′m grabbing on my Samsonite
The smell of leather lingers
As I watch these calendars slip through my fingers
I don't wanna meet my maker
Just make my meters and keep 'em burning

And every day I have I hope they keep me learning

Reading these books, getting lost, feeling home
Like the search is my cause and the music is my God
Speaking sermon after sermon

I see ′em all salute and thank me for my service
I did it for me
But it keeps me going knowing you can see what I see


No one adolescence out there wanna be what I be
There′s a price to it youngin
You most likely don't invite the kind of vices we brung in
Be it poison of the body or the kind you can′t see
'Cause it′s creeping up behind
And if they don't have footing they can slip right in their mind
Torn apart by anxiety and ripples of hell

See I′m seeing it still
And I struggle with the deep end
Drowning in my thoughts but my body's still breathing
'Cause my nephew′s still teething and I like to see him frequent
Dusting cobwebs on my way to speak to Jesus

That′s who we prayed to when our young mind was fiending
For a reason to the season but the wind is blowing harsh tonight

Do I even need to tell you that it's raining?

Or can you feel it?

′Cause I can feel it

It might as well be the blood of the earth
And if it is then it's flooded my entity
These rivers got me caught between infinities
I feel the cold dirt cover every inch of me
Open my mouth and these demons are creeping into me
My lungs are full of sins
It felt better when I had this belly full of gin


It felt better when I couldn′t wait for life to end
We had our moments G
We never speak about the time we saw the end of things

We had a dryer in our hands and we missed the tub
I'm thankful every day
I thank our family who kept us going every way

And for the scene that helped me blossom to this fiend
I can taste the first sweat on my lips
To the time I had the first girl′s head in my grip
Weston calling out the father
Thinking I'm a man, I'm a man
Little did you know that was never part of the plan
You ain′t a man ′til you travel through these sands in an hourglass
So listen close I need to tell you something deep