Ah Yeah Davecreates RJay Yo, ah, ah, listen These nights feel like Gotham Dark skies and the darkest problems Anarchy out in the streets But we're still praying for peace These nights feel like Gotham Dark skies and the darkest problems Anarchy out in the streets But we're still praying for peace Utility belt full of bars Yeah I got them Under dark skies feeling like Gotham I hear the sirens scream so often Bad guys with the ballys on Who will stop them? In a dark mind doubt breeds often And the heart gets hard where the fear won't soften A scene that we see so often A mind was at peace But now in a state like Boston Pree the news About the violent minds of the youth Who spit violent rhymes in the booth Then let loose on dudes that they choose Something like duck duck goose Well, who do we run run too? Youngers in a tight choke hold Tell me, who is gonna loose their noose? Get them out of these dark dealings? Provide heart healing? World full of heroes and villains And villains that feel like they're heroes A wise man said not to fear those Instead tie truth to your ear lobes The sky is dark so I make notes Shining light with every pen stroke Tryna thread the pass like I was Pirlo Untill you realise That the light of Christ is what saves souls These nights feel like Gotham Dark skies and the darkest problems Anarchy out in the streets But we're still praying for peace These nights feel like Gotham Dark skies and the darkest problems Anarchy out in the streets But we're still praying for peace These nights feel like Gotham Dark skies and the darkest problems Anarchy out in the streets But we're still praying for peace These nights feel like Gotham Dark skies and the darkest problems Anarchy out in the streets But we're still praying for peace Listen Dark skies inna my town Where the dargs might get a guy down Got left so they ain't doing right Cos doing wrong might get a guy clout If you see them do the dirt Then you better turn your back man Don't be a hero, donny's got a bat man Or the shank, fam that's never been rare Bruddah's tryna eat, so he gotta get a pack man Ask around, we on blast, got the hardest sound Pass the pen, dead a verse, bring the casket round I spit sick but I spit this for Jesus bruv You see the flames, it's likely the gs is us Ain't the same, I got pain that was tailor made I heard the call, I prayed and the saviour saved Paved a way, so life I can't waste away Urgency when I write, I can't waste a day I don't even read the news no more All the role models for the yutes so poor I will never pardon or excuse no frauds So they don't wanna fear my point of view no more I'm delivering the truth, I got em so hurt Only cos I'm free never coerced It's for the Lord so we gotta do this properly Spit it nice with the wisdom we got pro verbs Don't wanna see another yute fall victim see It's all a game till your mother can't be consoled But if V still stands for the victory Then I shell for the V like Jonjo Imma spit it right Filling them with lyrics with the life Diligently kill it on the mic Freedom for the guys Ask the Holy Spirit be my guide Cos I'm tryna bring my people to the light These nights feel like Gotham Dark skies and the darkest problems Anarchy out in the streets But we're still praying for peace These nights feel like Gotham Dark skies and the darkest problems Anarchy out in the streets But we're still praying for peace