Temperature Zion I (Ft. Talib Kweli)

[Intro: Zumbi]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye

[Verse 1: Zumbi]
The cityscape where I stay is gettin hot now
Unemployment is high and buildings is gettin chopped down
Gold teeth populating the block
Slurring slang day and night on the lookout for cops
Make the shots ring out like the Liberty Bell
No escape from the heat that's getting hotter than hell
Like the oven's on broil, with blood stains on the soil
Pimps donning the colors of crown royal
And little sister's got a baby on hip
And her momma never home so the cycle is sick
Young ballers on the court wanna play in the league
But got knocked in the spot for a quarter of weed
It's getting hot in here, baby leave on your clothes
Much more to living life than emulating them hoes
I try to speak truth in the form of my flow
But the temperature is rising it's harder to grow, fo' sho'

[Chorus]
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
Gettin' hard to eat (right)
And all the drama in the street (it's gettin hot in every way)
Gotta keep my head up (yeah)
Even though I'm fed up (survival every day)
Gettin' hard to eat (right)
And all the drama in the street (it's gettin hot in every way)