[INTRO – Yeah Late nights in HRM Too loud, too cold HOOK – No rooms, no feelings, rent too fuckin high and prices climb Heart heavy on these streets where we chase the neon signs Shelter doors swing open, but the list too long tonight We smoke out what we feel just to make the pain feel light No roofs, no ceilings, bottles clink amidst the fight Crackheads, No peace, no meaning, still we hope we see the daylight Too many lost to corners where the cold don’t ever hide Too lit just to numb it — Halifax in my mind VERSE 1 - Ayy Out on Spring Garden, lights flash, crowd wild But some don’t got a bed, streets cold, exiled Rents skyrocket while the jobs barely worthwhile They chase clout and numbers, I just chase a smile I’m on the floor, but I see tents under the bridge Lower Sackville, Clayton Park, folks lost in the ridge DMs blow, but some don’t even got a fridge I got bass and beats — they need help and a bridge HOOK – No rooms, no feelings, rent too high and prices climb Heart heavy on these streets where we chase the neon signs Shelter doors swing open, but the list too long tonight We smoke out what we feel just to make the pain feel light No roofs, no ceilings, bottles clink amidst the fight No peace, no meaning, still we hope we see the daylight Too many lost to corners where the cold don’t ever hide Too lit just to numb it — Halifax in my mind VERSE 2 – Uh Look, they say the crisis passed — but I see tents last Count keep gainin’, folks remain stuck in the past City say “go inside” — nah, beds go fast Line around the block like it’s a show cast Pockets empty but my pocket’s loud I got money in the system but some can’t even shout Rent caps talk like it’s a magic route But you need a place to end this drought Hands up if you seen it with your own eyes Kids houseless while the cost just flies Substance got a grip — can’t ignore the ties We feel the beat, we feel the pain — no disguise BRIDGE – No fears, just scars No home, just cars No hope, just bars No peace, just stars I see the tents I hear the cries I feel the pulse Under streetlights FINAL HOOK – No rooms, no feelings, rent too high and prices climb Heart heavy on these streets where we chase the neon signs Shelter doors swing open, but the list too long tonight We smoke out what we feel just to make the pain feel light No roofs, no ceilings, bottles clink amidst the fight No peace, no meaning, still we hope we see the daylight Too many lost to corners where the cold don’t ever hide Too lit just to numb it — Halifax in my mind OUTRO – Yeah No rooms Still feeling Halifax night Too fast Too loud Still living
