Do We Really Care? Pt. 1

Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty, gritty

Been down, isn't it a pity?

Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

It ain’t affect us

Forget correct morals they neglecting 

A summer in the city

Those shadows already checked in 

A couple of them

Struggles again

Don’t want it with them

You’ll let 1 or 2 struggle again

Till it hits home

So many gimmicks alone

They’ll push these limits, social physics 

Fool

To film on their phone

And say ‘Smile for the camera, natural’

Making gritty glamorous

Deflects from all these unpaid actors

Madnesses happen, nobody panicking

That damaging damage

And claque for callousness, that’s fatuous

We’re fed not what is factual

In actual fact

The world’s been wacked

And you don’t care

And yes I get that

But I need a little light, uh

I’m a fighter

Hear me hear me

I got quite a list 

I’ma write off

And I’m learning write from wrong 

Though I knew it all along

Seems this summer in the city 

Ain’t the warmest one to come

Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty, gritty

Been down, isn't it a pity?

Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

I seen it all

I seen a scene like a spectacle

Susceptible diseases

Treated like a fucking festival

No quarantine

A worried teen

Like is this mess amendable?

Obsession over wrongful leaders

Made 'em all electable

And best of all

They’re the biggest criminals who arrest 'em all

Blacks all identical?

Lifestyle symmetrical

Let’s not forget the females in third worlds

It’s so unethical

Not meant for you?

Sit on your ass, make this shit acceptable

Donations don’t do ziltch

That’s playing hide and seek with issues 

Just to pride your guilt

But when they got you on that stretcher 

Could you treasure all those gestures 

Or you ‘bout to die alone

History - everyone forgets ya

'Cause we rushing regrets

And we can’t see these bullets

Like it’s Russian roulette

Na na

Rushing regrets

We ain’t dodge these bullets 

Like it’s Russian roulette

Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty, gritty

Been down, isn't it a pity?

Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head