Urban Bloodline
Streets whisper warnings from the west coast
Bodies drop in the night no one knows
LA concrete stained with old grudges
Chicago wind carries the same grudges
From LA to Chicago too much killin and shootin
So let’s get strapped for the war that’s comin (yeah)
(strapped up)
Guns cocked ready for the coming storm
No peace in the city when the sirens warn
From block to block the tension rises high
War drums beating under the city sky
From LA to Chicago too much killin and shootin
So let’s get strapped for the war that’s comin (yeah)
(strapped up)