[Chorus: Julian Cashwan Pratt]
Just a baby in the city
Was a roach, still a roach
Family still with me
I try to hold
Getting cold

[Verse 1: Skunk Rott]
I just want to go to the place where the worries don't roam
Either out back home or out on the road
Fear the day that I can't ever go back
Sick of pushing all I had to the past
I'm turning back the clock using my own hands
Looking back at time, was never given a chance
Gave back heaven, but I was left at the gates
This love I had, brought the taste of fate

[Verse 2: Chris Wilson]
From the tombs of my own
Out of reach, can't be controlled
All alone, no help, hell beats again
All alone, no home, hell 'til the end
Feeling zero, I want out
Feeling zero, I need out
Creeping death, I feel it's breath
Rears it's head, now I'm dead
[Verse 3: Pierre Botardo]
No one ever told me
That life would be this tough
I'm not the one for giving up
But it's just not enough
Now I just push
Getting by's a hassle
I work myself to death
The world can suck my fucking dick if I can't be myself

[Chorus: Julian Cashwan Pratt]
Just a baby in the city
Was a roach, still a roach
Still with me, family
Getting cold
I try to hold, oh
Just a baby in the city
Was a roach, I'm still a roach, ayy
Still with me, family
I try to hold
They getting cold

[Spoken Word: David Kaplan]
CSB, Can't Stop Bombing. WRS, We Run Shit. NVC, Nasty Vandals Chilling. Back in the days, bombin' the D's, the F, the 1, the blah blah blah blah blah... Nothing fuckin' better to do at 15 years old, right? Robbin' paint, robbin' stickers, robbin' markers. Go up to the layup, fuckin' carrying pipes and shit