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
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