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brick city blues - vanny goodfella lyrics

brick city blues
written by:vanny goodfella

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 tеach us how to survive brick city nights
i rode inner city busеs borrowed relatives bus passes
penn 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, migente 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

verse 3 (hip‑hop)
cheap hood food dinners, count change between two plates blackbook faces, chatline dates, cheap motel favorite top ten rapper of all time debates
online profiles lie, thots chase the high life scene
i’m tryna steady my spine in a world that’s mean
pocket full of promises that evaporate with rain
fake friends on my shoulders whisperin’ petty pain
police harassment stories fill the evening news
but the block keeps breathing in its brick city blues
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

- vanny goodfella lyrics

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