I’ve been stuck on the streets
Of this city since eighty-five
Everybody seems to be in a race
To be the first one to die
They
can’t get enough
And they never
seem to get it on time
They push and
they shove
Trying to get to the head
of the line
Big City get out of my life
Big City get out of my life
See the pretty girl
She’ll be old way ahead of her time
Though she once had a dream
Chasing
money got the best of her mind
She lies and she cheats and she steals
Thinking it’s all right
Gives her body to her boss
Tells her friends "Gonna make it all mine"
Big City, get out of my life
Big
City, get out of my life
I
want to leave this city behind
But
I can’t get away
You see I’m
chained to this hustle and grind
Yeah,
I’ve got to stay
There’s a lawyer gonna sue another lawyer
‘Cos the other got sued
There’s a junkie on the corner with a hooker
And a kid sniffing glue
There’s
a cop with a banker
Who is singing
the embezzlement blues
There’s
a pusher selling crack
To the boy who
is shining his shoes
Big City, get out of my life
Big City, get out of my life
Copyright © 2009
Arley Owens, Jr. All Rights Reserved
