Emerald is my stone. 
Never questioned why. 
City lights, green and gold, 
raining from the sky. 
You let me believe. 
And I'm so naive I think I'll make it real. 
Blood stains on the star walk. 
I can hear these streets talk. 
Don't like what they're saying. 
I think I hear God praying. 
But I've still got emeralds.