City of Light Restrung Hilltop Hoods

[Verse 1: Suffa]
I’m from the city of light, with a sky of vanilla
Known as the city of churches, home of the serial killer
And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees
"Where I’m from you might see" Suffa MC
Walking the traps trying to escape the map
Ninety-one was my [shit] I’m tryna take it back
To when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit
My memories the paint, let the track be my canvas
Thirteen sitting in a park, sipping wine casks
Watching whole cars as they went flying past
I couldn’t paint so I rhymed to the writers
They’d laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters
‘Nasty Arts’ ran my line evading cop cars
And we looked up to them like they were rock stars
Paint stained hands and fame like Manson
That’s Charles not Marilyn, a city held to ransom
Cans and markers, Country Road parkers
Hands of an artist left the landscape enchanted
Until the government pigs had all the paint washed
From our city walls, end of the renaissance
And so the walls where the colours once played
Were replaced by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey
White washed, [shitty], all grey, all black
Waiting for the kids of this city to take their walls back