Verse 1:
Broken glass everywhere.
Under the city lights, I smell the midnight air.
Folks spot the Cobb County tags, stop and stare.
(Nobody goes in that direction cuz the cops there)
And as far as black folks - they got a whole lot scared cuz they'll pull you over and lock you up like they don't care.
So I cross the Fulton County line to escape.
Feel the magic of the night life!
Police sirens and car horns, broken liquor bottles with liquor in it as if it were poured for someone that's long gone.
Girls who rock Sean John like top models - posted on every corner like a Wells Fargo.
Traffic lights that stay green half the night.
Folks be waiting for Marta like the afterlife.
Takeout joints for your appetite, babies fed Gerber.
Strollers on the pavement: the nature of the nurture.
Can't rearrange street furniture unless you wanna face inertia...no need to converse further.
Gentrification stays on the minds of those effected, positive and negative 'cuz we're all connected.
Even the folks who live north on 75, it's a mad trek.
They call it the "outskirts" but I say it's my "address".
But I've been waiting for change since Obama came and said he had next, in the city...

JV (Chorus):
I can't run away, and I can't fight the feeling
Engulfed in the lights and the buildings.
I can't resist it - all the anxiety, everything I feel inside of me.
I feel so urban.
I feel so urban,
and I wanna color the night.
Such a contrast of my life,
in a world that's so alive,
I just wanna be there!

Verse 2:
In the whip wheelin' - 45 on the dash, intersect at Auburn Ave, where the sun don't shine (forever overcast) - as common as a hustler folding his cash.
Roll past pedestrians and homeless folks who seek refuge beneath the overpass.
Feel the tension of the city life!
With no signs of stress, only signs that read: NEED MONEY FOR FOOD, PLEASE HELP ME, GOD BLESS.
Near abandoned buildings: you don't know if they're a lost cause, or Ted Williams.
Feel the bass from the ride beside you,
see the cops sitting right behind you.
Bigger fish to fry, so they fly right by you.
This ain't Cobb, this more like DeKalb where ya life is liable to be more at risk and have to find survival.
Some chose the rifle, others chose the Bible, but it's all in the same environment in which that guides you.
But sure can't confine you,
all you gotta do is find you!
Feeling like a tourist, looking for a fancy restaurant that serves chocolate fondue.
These type of folk stay on the Northside, go to the game, sitting court-side.
Like Sandra Bullock in the movie "Crash": don't wanna run into no Ludacris and see two worlds collide, separated class.
I sit around, marveling these people as they pass.
Free at last!

Chorus

Bridge:
A Town, A Town, big city of dreams
but everything in the A ain't always what it seems.
You might fooled if you come from outta town. (2X)

Outro:
I remember being a kid driving around with my mother on Cascade Road and Camp Creek. It was just a different world. As a kid it seemed unreal man, I mean litter on the concrete, liquor stores, car horns. I know it doesn't sound like the place to grow up, but compared to where I was...man, that shit was exciting, dawg. It was like an adventure. All I knew was that I just wanted to be a part of the madness, nah mean? I just wanted to be...just wanted to be a part of it. It just seemed unreal.