Sometimes I feel

Like the world

Is closing in on me 





I'm from the borough where there's

Crack on the corners and rappers on the runways

Since 9-11 seeing soldiers on the subways

The hood is hell but god visits on Sundays

And cats with high hopes try to make it here someday

I'm from the city where it's bigger than it seems

Where kids with big dreams meet with killers with cream

And it's difficult to live in your means or go beyond

When babies are rocking jerseys like they'repart of the team

I'm from the state where the funding is lean for education

Hate for the governor's schemes and hesitations

I'm from the nation where you bleed for reservations

Seems the foundation was greed and segregation

I'm from the planet where you need precipitation

If the rain don't fall then the weeds can get impatient

Pray I'm universally heard on every station

But the way this world's looking got me waiting for the spaceship sometimesS









This stress don't stop ergo

I watch my hair go

Don't let it get me down stay smooth like Nair dome

There ain't really no places where I wouldn't dare roam

I traipse through the lion's den with bare flow

More than a fair show

Grab the microphone and let my cares go

Three sheets to the wind

Pissing upstream wettin' the bed

Head full of steam

So wicked I ain't getting to dream

With nothing to lose

Cool down the pace I'm bustin' a move

I take my time not to rush it when discussin' the groove

I'm crushing the blues

Burning the green, seeing red

So much thoughts ain't even room for no hair on my head

Though in my mind's eye jah know me have fi see me a dread

Rasta

Repping the Babylon born and bred

Running off my random

Full with New York pride

I spit with more chutzpah than the Upper East Side

This making ends meat/meet is tasting like I'm wasting my time

On chasing these rhymes









Nowadays it's gimme gimme

No chivalry smoke up the chimney

Real people ven aqui get at me

Feed off my energy

We live in lean times with very few amenities

Kids seeking identities

Feel it's well worth the penalty to

Pop something off and hold their spot down or

Knock something off and blow the spot quick

Reap the benefits

Funny thing is the same sentiments exist

Up in the writ of unelected candidates

You sit in your jeep they sit in their jeep

But all the while they under guise of keeping the peace

They police beef while we beef with police

Spreading freedom

At least that's what they said in their speech

I take it all in with a grain of salt

And thank whoever's up above I'm from New York

'Cause when we go 'round

It's like you're all on tour with me

And when it goes down

I know I got the world with me, so c'mon