Montreal: Saints, Sinners, and Survival

In the frozen streets, where the shadows creep. Montreal holds secrets

buried deep. Ten years clean, no chains on my soul. Building dreams in

the ruins, this is how I roll. But the sirens wail in the

dead of the night. Haunting my steps, tryna dim my light.

They see the anger, the fire in my veins. A past that's

relentless, filled with dark stains. How many rebirths does it take

to be free? In the ashes of strife, I'm fighting like a giant,

oh. Oh, Montreal, city of saints and sinners.