[Lyric] About to Blow (Alvin the Architect, Rome Herbert)

I’ve been out here with the smoke
Young Rome keep it holy but I do it by the code
Know this place is bout to blow
They don’t let us own nothing
Rather have us kill our own
Than to see our homes function
What you know about the culture
Vultures promoting some moguls that prey on our folk
And they toast to their motives
We roll with the bold with the hope on the stove
Oh my
We dope to the broken but black to the bone
Crack to the foes but we trap with the ghost
Bustin the door
So who you gone call when it blow

Oh this place is bout to blow (place is bout to blow)
There ain’t nowhere else to go (nowhere left to go)
Oh this place is bout to blow (oh this place is about to blow)
There ain’t nowhere else to go (ain't nowhere left you can go)
Oh this place is bout to blow
Once upon a time there was a black boy
Running round the city with this toys and little black joy
Overflowing through his smiling face and little black pores
Til the day he heard too many steps come from his back door
His home got invaded like the city of Troy
The only thing they took was his peace
Now he walk around with a piece
Now he walk around with a piece cause he fear the police
Now that don’t even make sense
You here to serve and protect but you killing the streets
For all of my brothers deceased
And all of my sisters deceased
We cry out for release


Oh this place is bout to blow (place is bout to blow)
There ain’t nowhere else to go (nowhere left to go)
Oh this place is bout to blow (oh this place is about to blow)
There ain’t nowhere else to go (ain't nowhere left you can go)
Oh this place is bout to blow