Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guru
Performer
Carleen Anderson
Vocals
Courtney Pine
Soprano Saxophone
Simon Law
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Pine
Composer
Keith Elam
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guru
Producer
Carleen Anderson
Producer
Courtney Pine
Producer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sights in the city got people cryin'
[Verse 2]
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
In the city
[Verse 3]
One Friday, little Emmett reached his limit
School was wack, he wasn't with it
His man told him that he could make some dough
Deliverin' packages for Mack Money Joe, so he said, "Cool
Yo, I need a hustle
Yo, hook me up, plus I need a pistol
A .380, a .22, or a .25
I'm gonna get large, kid, I'm all the way live"
But he was sadly mistaken
Now he's locked up, he's doin' time and he's thinkin'
[Verse 4]
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
In the city
[Verse 5]
One Saturday, sweet Renae ran away
Couldn't take mom's yellin', didn't wanna stay
Her girl told her she could get quick cash
Goin' on dates for pimp Daddy Nash, she said
"Well, I don't know, I gotta meet 'em
You say he's fly? Mmm, I gotta see 'em"
The next thing you know she's out late nights
Makin' dollars for Nash, wearin' her skirts tight
Now she's a victim of the system
Man, what happened to her dreams and her ambition?
[Verse 6]
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
In the city
[Verse 7]
Old Mr. Fillmore, he owns a grocery store
It's a small little shop, the children call him Pop
But of course he keeps a shotgun
Just for protection, 'cause he's got a little grandson
On Sunday, while he was there cleanin'
He heard the front door slam, a lady screamin'
He grabbed the shotty and walked out from the back
All he saw was two kids wearing black ski masks
He fired, they fired, all at the same time
Now there's a funeral Wednesday at quarter to nine
[Verse 8]
Sights in the city got people cryin'
Sights in the city got people dyin'
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
In the city
[Verse 9]
Many sights and sounds in the city
Know what I'm sayin'? People dyin'
Innocent victims, the babies ain't got no future
What are we gonna do? Brothers can't make a buck
Just some of the sights and sounds, that's all
Guess I'm just gonna get mine
Written by: Courtney Pine, Keith Elam