7 Cities Lyrics from Bless Da Flow LP

Chorus:
They call it seven cities/
outside I think it's pretty/
inside the hearts of men, you can see its dark and gritty/
if you ain't on defence/
you probably on the fence/
and don't realize the real affects of evil, walk it with me/

Verse 1:
I was raised in Bad News, Virginia be the stomping ground/
in the wind you hear that hammer sound, them clown be clapping rounds/
seven cities all the same, now I'm out in Ham-town/
trying to keep it holy, while I bless these cursed and damned grounds/
proverbs tell it right, its 7 abominations/
seven deadly sins, and here its seven carnal nations/
its six things of the Lord hates/
and where I'm from, everyone of 'em right in your face/
if you ain't careful, the Wolves'll snatch ya up/
catch 'em young, and introduce ya to a bag of dust/
and when yoa brain ain't fried/
your mood swing out of control, until that herb pacify/
after that, every puff you, chasin that first high/
wasting time on a chase for something you'll never find/
if I knew the truth, I could have seen the warning signs/
and avoid the consequence, instead, Hell is all I'd recompense/
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Verse 2:
Everybody claimin blood, everybody think they leaders/
top 40 biggest cities, we even got a sports arena/
crime rampant, from Williamsburg to P-town/
murders every other, thieves'll run off with your seeds now/
bums run the streets, gangstas run the projects/
cat kicking doors down, tryin to get another lick/
bootleggers on the corner aint uncommon/
everybody claiming they just trying to make a dollar/
baseheads talking to invisible friends/
cuz that man selling crack want the invisible ends/
I don't had folks sell out they friends/
jumped him try to tie him up, but he aint give up no names/
smoking out of paper bags, first blunt at 13/
won't old enough to buy a Philly, old enough to buy the green/
ridin round on bikes, me and yellow high as kites/
what a shame such potential, now his brain stuck in memory lane/
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Verse 3:
the trailer parks a mess/
only difference is, that they skin lack the pigments/
they cuttin throats to get ahead/
in the back they gotta lab, the cooking crystal meth/
sin the same as you head over to the college preps/
they tricking out the Catholic girls, pumping em with coke and X/
death on every side, birthed most of my influences/
no surprise I was whilin' through my adolescence/
by graduation time, it's downhill for most my peers/
fast forward a couple years/
a couple cats are in the Bing/
some have disappeared, never to be seen again/
cats hustling now, even though they kept the grades up/
some got shot, while others completely gave up/
crime might pay, and it got a lot of perks/
but ya soul'll pay the price of somebody guns jerks/
not to mention number 1, avoid that bumpy road/
cuz it never adds up, when you trade for your soul