Mountains of Metal

Everywhere I go there's a ghetto light Streets cold and the mountains are metal In the heart of the concrete jungle Seeking out the last piece of the puzzle Because life is a road full of ups and downs and smiles and frowns, Thugs and clowns Think they run the town Head in the sky Though they touch the ground Are you aware of life Revolutions in the air tonight Would you stand your ground Or are you scared to fight Would you dare to die Would you share your light Or Spare some rice For the people who sleep on the streets so cold at night Too many people Hollow inside Would you know wrong from right Love not strife Forget the bongs and the pipes And the bombs and knives Just get on with life Or get haunted by your conscious mind Everywhere I go there's a ghetto light Streets cold and the mountains are metal In the heart of the concrete jungle Seeking out a lot Because life is a road Full of ups and downs and smiles and frowns, Thugs and clowns Think they run the town Head in the sky Though they touch the ground Still I show love for my people We're all equal Most of them are good But some of them are lethal Some of them they mean more Some ruthful Some of them a Some of them a Some of them a Some of them a Some feeble And some of them are peaceful Everywhere I go there's a ghetto light Streets cold and the mountains are metal In the heart of the concrete jungle Seeking out the last piece of the puzzle Because life is a road Full of ups and downs and smiles and frowns, Thugs and clowns Think they run the town Head in the sky Though they touch the ground