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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
York, PA, the pavement's torn,
Queen Street whispers violence, born.
Trash cans topple, dreams all bruised,
Safety's a luxury, rarely used.
Manhole steam, a ghostly rise,
Streetlights flicker, truth in disguise.
[Chorus]
York, York, city of strife,
Trying to carve peace outta knife.
York, York, the streets don't sleep,
But I still dream, where the shadows creep.
[Verse 2]
Sirens sing, the lullaby of despair,
Echoes bounce through the humid air.
Cracked sidewalks, tales untold,
Broken bottles, glitter like fool's gold.
Graffiti sermons on the crumbling wall,
The city's heartbeat, a heavy crawl.
[Chorus]
York, York, city of strife,
Trying to carve peace outta knife.
York, York, the streets don't sleep,
But I still dream, where the shadows creep.
[Bridge]
The asphalt moans, a story grim,
The skyline's dim, a requiem hymn.
But somewhere here, in the thick of night,
Hope's a flicker, a stubborn light.
[Outro]
York, PA, ain't no paradise,
But I see the fight in every set of eyes.
Trash or treasure, depends who sees,
I'm just spitting truths in the evening breeze.
Details
GeneratedDec 4, 2025
Duration1:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
stripped-down beats with vinyl crackle, minimal instrumentation, focus on raw lyrical delivery, boom-bap, gritty, rap
Credits
Prompt by
KylePatrick
KylePatrickModelAria v5
Prompt
The city of York Pennsylvania is Trash. The Queen st are Violence. I love the Being safe here. My favorite genre of music is Rap.
