Текст песни Syncity - Fortay

Such a nice place, from the outside.
Seen the ice age, hit this town of mine.
Before that hammer plenty turned addicts.
Jail cells full of junkies tryna work magic.
Earning for a habit, we all need a buck,
Some bawl, others let the street eat them up.
Some fall, some rise, some small fries.
Some big shots in the end we all die.
Inmates no quicker than cops,
What happened on the street and the shit doesn't stop.
Crims lettin' off shots in a town full of hellraisers.
Media twisting shit just to sell papers.
Some raised well, others born to it.
Can't tell at all, it be more than music.
Were the slightest shit, can't result in beef.
We in the melting pot of cultures and it's plenty deep.
Red and blue lights from the high, while crooks try flea the scene.
Drugs dealers lay low, while shit moves through the streets.
Cruel town, less souls forgive, from labs and bikers hit.
City I call it home with the wanted
And all that, it's the city of sin.
A lot of real cunts, but a lot of posers.
Drug deals got junkies like cockroachers.
Rome the streets no sleep for a week straight.
Bums drinkin' metho others sniffin' on some cheap paint.
You never know, shit's deeper than they foreshow.
Drive bys turnin' nice streets into war zones.
Many battle for control of illegal trades,
Either way it's got kids on the street with blades.
Who knows how many unreported crimes.
Sluts sellin' their soul, just to snort lines.
Punch ons too easy to find.
Drunks get stomped blind speakin' their mind.
Times change but corruption still lurks deep,
Since captain Cook stood foot off the first fleet.
You won't find every fact in the book.
These words just cracked a surface in a pattern of crooks.
Red and blue lights from the high, while crooks try flea the scene.
Drugs dealers lay low, while shit moves through the streets.
Cruel town, less souls forgive, from labs and bikers hit.
City I call it home with the wanted
And all that, it's the city of sin.
Redfern and mackville's built a riot squad.
Secies bashing clubbers, people dying in the cross.
Junkies lie in the gutters, needle in their arm.
Undercovers infiltrating with a secret task.
Gotten mad on a mission, city doesn't change.
Every housing commission, pretty much the same.
Plenty characters from the west to the north.
Suppose it ain't really a crime unless you get caught.
From the east to the south, different habitats.
Livin' back to back, segregated by the towns old maps.
See the news only tellin' what it wants to show.
Big fueds be swollen over crock and dough.
Cunts get shot and get hot when it's cool again,
Shit's much deeper then the six o'clock bulletin.
See this place ain't new to the action.
Syncity, much more than a tourist attraction.
Red and blue lights from the high, while crooks try flea the scene.
Drugs dealers lay low, while shit moves through the streets.
Cruel town, less souls forgive, from labs and bikers hit.
City I call it home with the wanted
And all that, it's the city of sin.