Martin Records - Good Boys

Good boys
They love you when you're useful
They call it loyalty new
York on the line
This is a city of contrast where fortune lives next to collapse
Where status can cover the fear that a confident face drives the mask
Loyalty ain't something you hang from your neck just to put on a show
It speaks without making a sound when the whole f*cking world lets you go
New York, New York bye bye bye bye bye
Kids, kids become grown before life ever says that they're old enough yet
While capital moves at the top through the hands of the well-connected
Some trade their freedom for influence, titles a seat in the name
Some make it out of the cage, but still carry the bars in their brain
The past keeps on walking behind you like shadows winning city lights
Bury it deep as you want, memory knows where the evidence lies
The streets never needed a classroom to teach you that choices have prices
So if you call yourself brother, don't make brotherhood temporary kindness
I watch principles fall every time that the capital rose