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vip dj vanny goodfella the hustler the throwback king - brick city blues كلمات أغنية

[chorus (r&b)]
i got brick city blues, night lights and worn shoes
empty blocks sing low, weequahic park after dark in the view
money come, money go, but the hunger stays true
brick city blues, yeah, it’s the life that we knew

[verse 1 (hip‑hop)]
woke up to the siren, mama’s prayer on the stairwell
pops under the chevy, oil hands, lessons in the fairwell
cutting classes, skipping clocks, chalk dust on my black dusty backpack
shambled blocks, p_ss stained stoops, hustle harder
learnin’ facts faster than a high school bell that didn’t teach us how to survive brick city nights
i rode inner city buses borrowеd relatives bus passes
pеnn station trains to manhattan for a few hot slices
phonebook numbers, blackbook names, chatlines on the line searchin’ for a dollar where the sun don’t always shine
traffic tickets stack, dirty cops with gold badges with red & blue lights tag my route
police on every hood corner hungry to shoot, every look feels like doubt
stereotypes stamp us, like a price on our heads
fake friends pocket watchin’, wishin’ i was dead_set ahead

[pre‑chorus (r&b)]
holes in my jeans, got dreams with no shoes
cheap motel nights, and the city’s cold muse
fast money, fast cars, fast girls with fast lies
i’m tryna find a tomorrow under these brick city skies
[chorus (r&b)]
i got brick city blues, night lights and worn shoes
empty blocks sing low, weequahic park after dark in the view
money come, money go, but the hunger stays true
brick city blues, yeah, it’s the life that we knew

[verse 2 (hip‑hop)]
lost focus, lost credits, diploma left unpaid
droppin’ out to survive, watched the innocence fade
white powder temptations, cold cash in a glove
sour diesel smoke, cheaper thrills than love
prostitutes on the corner, broken homes on the block
gold diggin’ whispers, culture vultures stalk
haters in the dm, pocket watchers by the door
black planet thot profiles, mi gente latina wh0res on the floor on all four
unemployment lines, lookin’ for what’s right when the price wasn’t right
long drunk walks in the park, daylight cuts through the night leaving bodies outlined in chalk
so many weequahic park memories, running trains for laughs instead of social media likes
pops teachin’ wrench oiled hands how to fix our broken paths and how to be a better black man in this land we come home that is still like living in a foreign land filled with dirt that got me sinking slow like i’m stuck in quick sand

[bridge (r&b warm)]
there’s a hymn in the gutters, there’s a pulse in the cracks phonebooks and partylines try to bring the past back
money comes, money goes, like the tide at the pier
but the love for this city stays, even when it disappears

[outro / final chorus (r&b _ rap ad‑lib)]
i got brick city blues, stitched through my shoes
empty blocks, broken locks, still we cruise
money come, money go, still i choose
to sing these brick city blues, to sing these brick city blues
[rap ad‑lib:]
brick city, feel it in your chest
newark nights — we contest

- vip dj vanny goodfella the hustler the throwback king

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