[Verse 1]
Philly blocks hum, a symphony of sirens,
Dreams in the cracks, but the streets be the tyrants.
Wilmington whispers, softer than Philly screams,
A quiet corner, still haunted by broken dreams.
Blood on the pavement, painted in the moon's glow,
In Philly, war ain't a choice, it’s the only show.
Violin strings tug the heart, piano mourns slow,
Both cities breathe pain, but it ain't the same flow.
[Chorus]
Peace and war, they dance in the alleyways,
One holds the blade, the other prays for better days.
City shadows, where the sun don’t stay,
Philly fights, Wilmington waits, both lose their way.
[Verse 2]
Philly blocks run, powder fuels the ambition,
Mothers bury sons, preachers call it tradition.
Wilmington, quieter, but don’t mistake the tone,
Ghosts linger there too, in the bricks and stone.
Kids with dreams, trapped in a kingpin's maze,
In both these towns, the future's set ablaze.
The violin cries, a soundtrack for the war,
While the piano plays, begging peace to restore.
[Prechorus]
Hustlers pray to a crooked sky,
Bullets sing, pigeons fly.
Some get by, some just try,
Both cities watch their angels die.