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 ****ing 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