[FenaxiZ - Verse One]
Ash floats to the paper as I write this down
In a region I recall where my life's been found
Just taking in the smells, all the sights and sounds
From sun up to last call when lights go out
And the scene's dark, concrete blocks, fiends starve
Try your luck against chess players in Queen's Park
It's the T-Dot, sidewalk lined by treetops
Swings, slides, and seesaws, minds with deep thoughts
Taste the Danforth, you can dine in Greek spots
Spadina's got cheap socks, fake Nikes and Reeboks
Cops keep watch, people need jobs
The street's hot like when Jarvis junkies heat rocks
Kids beatbox, graf writers design scripts
Since The Transformation Project of '96
Summertime, you'll find thick dime chicks line strips
Everybody rushing, always feels like time ticks
Students, hustlers, everyday citizens
Hard-working immigrants tryna earn dividends
In this inner-city, it's easy to lose innocence
Whether raised in Rosedale or urban tenements
Toronto, popular place for out-of-towners
They come in to sight-see the tourist traps around us
Like the Tower, the Ex, the Hockey Hall of Fame
But to us screwface natives, it's all the same, huh

[FenaxiZ - Chorus]
The good, the bad, the beauty, the ugly
The young, the old, the smart, the dummy
The peace, the war, the poor, the wealthy
The hoods, the 'burbs, the sick, the healthy
The love, the hate, the true, the fake
The strong, the weak, the asleep, the awake
The success, the hustle, the stress, the struggle
It is what it is and this the real Toronto

[FenaxiZ - Verse Two]
There's foot soldiers, hood posters, kush smokers
Bathurst and Wilson, nannies push strollers
The club district's in bed with the drug business
Kids pop pills while DJs dub mixes
Late-night 'til it break light, jam done
Beating juice on the DVP, be on the news like CTV
Vech crashed, jeep smashed, heat stashed under the seat
It's a shame, he just wanted to eat a pizza slice
T.O, yo, we smoke shisha pipes
Bus fare ain't fair, but they still increase the price
So walk with me past food banks, fruit stands
Cad butts on the ground, and empty soup cans
And let me guide you through this world-class city
The real Toronto's half-pretty, half-gritty
From stock trading in Bay & King to trendy Yorkville
The beaches, upper-class Forest Hill
We've got it all: fresh gardens, the best markets
Queen Street West, purchase Guess garments
Then projects like Regent or Jamestown apartments
At any time, a bum's sleeping on a park bench
Just an example of another broken man
City Hall's got closed pockets for his opened hands
Dropout rate's skyhigh so many youth don't advance
But they'd rather spend their time enforcing smoking bans
Good luck understanding our local spoken slang
Where we use the metric system to chop dope in grams
Adolescents learn how to drive with stolen vans
And we drink Labatt Blue and Molson brands
Where I'm from, some grown ups refuse to grow up
We gonna tear T.O up when the Leafs bring home the Cup
It'll feel like that night that propane exploded
Gotta take the city back before Rogers owns it
There's so much to cover, but no time to show it all
And that ain't counting all the days that I don't recall
Sometimes I sit back, write a rhyme then erase it
Recall the skyline in my mind then pencil trace it

[FenaxiZ - Chorus x 2]
The good, the bad, the beauty, the ugly
The young, the old, the smart, the dummy
The peace, the war, the poor, the wealthy
The hoods, the 'burbs, the sick, the healthy
The love, the hate, the true, the fake
The strong, the weak, the asleep, the awake
The success, the hustle, the stress, the struggle
It is what it is and this the real Toronto