We from a jaded city, we pity your hope/crack smoke is ubiquitous, the audacity of coke/got dreams from their fathers, they'd rather not share/rather nightmares, ‘cause father's ain't here/no way to fight fair, no way to get there/where, the grass is green, the girls are pretty/here, their whole world is informed by Diddy/Shitty ain't it that it comes from entertainment/on the wrong side of the track asking where the train went/brain dead, but the heart ticks like a metronome/Pass the stretch of row homes /any city any ghetto--plenty metal, hold on/ain't a single dainty petal/ get your swoll on/ saint or devil, all strains get rolled on/cold's gone, here comes another summer/the heat, the beef, the murderous fervor.

Chorus
Anand Subramanian
We can't hide in the summer sunshine
We can't fight the summertime

We can't hide in the summer sunlight
We can't fight


Verse
Chee Malabar:
Life's a bitch but you can't divorce the pain/choose your poison, use the nose or the vein/the light at tunnel's end's an approaching train/got smoke on the brain, stubbed stogs in their earlobes/nearly froze from the cold, fear when the winter comes/Been a bum in their eyes, wonder where to get dinner from/come, give the sinner some/or they'll take it, break it, can't mend this wretched life/ they done prayin', god can't get it right/so the sons of the slums sing a whole ‘nother gospel/half empty glass, but the Pyrex pot's filled/...last of Reagan's apostles/run the pot holed streets sprayin’ that Mossberg/lost world found, or did it find you?/the crime comin’ soon to a tree lined avenue/the world that you gave 'em coming near you.
Chorus
Anand Subramanian
We can't hide in the summer sunshine
We can't fight the summertime

We can't hide in the summer sunlight
We can't fight


Verse
Chee Malabar:
Dark nights, darker days, hard to gain a wage/mortgage futures today, cause tomorrow's hard to gauge/black market economics, everything is barter trade:/ sex, guns, drugs--have them all on parade/but everything is fair when you're livin' in the city/so them young bucks shrug when the judge gives ‘em fifty/mama's on an upstate bus to see him now/thankful that he's locked in the same spot where his father's housed.
Chorus
Anand Subramanian
We can't hide in the summer sunshine/
We can't fight the summertime/

We can't hide in the summer sunlight/
We can't fight