[Intro] Yeah… City of fools… You really outdid yourself this time. [Verse 1] City fell off like a bad wig slip, Majestic once — now a broke-down skit. Used to shine bright — now lights don’t hit, Whole damn block like a parody bit. Sidewalks turned to apartment suites, Trash so high it competes with the streets. Grass gave up — said “I’m out, peace,” Now excrement’s king with a long-term lease. Lost souls bent like they search for gold, Butts in hand like treasure they hold. Kids can’t walk — streets too bold, Druggies run wild like “we run this fold.” [Chorus] City of fools — look at your crown. Tilted, cracked, slid right down. You were the jewel, the talk of town. Now you’re the meme Folks pass around. City of fools — pride went cheap. Stores boarded up like they fell asleep. You were the giant, ten miles deep. Now you’re the punchline Nobody keeps. [Verse 2] Smell in the air like “guess who died?” Politicians shrug like “we tried.” Stores get hit — smash, grab, slide, Cameras film it like a theme-park ride. Police? Nah — they clocked out early. Youth run wild like “this our derby.” Cars get flipped like a fast-food curly, Jars get thrown like “aim real poorly.” Big money dipped — packed that case, Left the mayor with a clown-paint face. He hits the mic with a practiced grace: “Give us more cash, we’ll fix this place.” We know that script — Same old bass. [Chorus] City of fools — look at your crown. Tilted, cracked, slid right down. You were the jewel, the talk of town. Now you’re the meme Folks pass around. City of fools — pride went cheap. Stores boarded up like they fell asleep. You were the giant, ten miles deep. Now you’re the punchline Nobody keeps. [Big stepper rap verse 🔥] Yeah, look. Your civic pride is a ghost in the machine. The neon’s flickering, the budget is lean. They treat the sidewalk like a triage scene. Then scrub the facts till the record looks clean. They talk redevelopment, build another high-rise. While citizens survive under gray skies. Look 'em in the eyes, nobody’s surprised. The American dream got downsized. We used to manufacture goods, now we export blame. Every single district got a brand-new name. Gentrified blocks playing monopoly games. While the soul of the city goes up in flames. You want a scapegoat? Point to the top. Where the red tape flows and the checks don't stop. They budget for the optics, fund another op. While the infrastructure is about to drop. Bridges decay, subways delay. Taxpayers bleed but they still gotta pay. The working class is packed up, moving away. 'Cause nobody can afford to stay. We traded the community for digital clout. Turned off the water during the drought. That’s what this circus is really about. The lights are on but the power is out. Crumblin’ concrete, streets holdin’ grudges, Look at the dockets, look at the judges. Just sign the dotted, keep the palms greased, They let the monsters out of the leash. Sirens in the distance, nobody flinchin’, Politicians eating, the whole city pinchin’. Broken up concrete, the ghost of the skyline, Watch the decline, yeah, everything offline. I remember the glory, the hustle, the muscle, Now it’s just rustle and bustle for rust, bro. They painted over murals with a big fat lie, And told the tax-payers to wave it goodbye. Flipped the script, yeah, we readin’ the wreckage, Just another casualty begging for leverage. Look at the skyline, what do you see? A monument built out of broken decrees. Subway cars rattling, covered in rust, Promises made that have turned into dust. They talk about progress, they talk about change, While moving the pieces and fixing the game. The neon is flickering, fading away, Another ghost town at the end of the day. We used to have pride in the block that we walk, Now everyone’s silent, afraid of the talk. The sirens are playing a dark symphony, While leaders are sipping on top-shelf Chablis. They sit in the hills while the valley is burning, Blind to the gears that are no longer turning. An empire falling, a slow-motion crash, They trade all our history away for the cash. You can’t wash the grit from the pavement below, Where the shadows are long and the misery grows. We look for a savior, we look for a sign, But everyone’s busy just standing in line. Line for the shelters, the line for the fix, A generation trapped in the politics. They sold us a dream but they delivered a nightmare, Look in our eyes and you see that there's fright there. [Bridge] Brown-stained glass… Tent rows tight… Broken bikes… What a sight… Laughing while the future bites. [Verse 3] Humanity tripped, took a dive so steep, Where once we built, now we barely sweep. Where once we thrived, now the wounds run deep, City forgot how to count its sheep. Is this the future? Is this the end? Who let the rot extend? Who watched the fall And called it “trend”? [Outro] City of fools… You really did that.
