Dope fiends are leaning for morphine
 The TV screen followed the homicide scenes
 You live here  you're taking a chance
 So look and I take one glance  there's a man inside an ambulance
 Crowds are getting louder  I wonder how the
 People want to go fight for the white powder
 People hanging in spots
 They waited until the blocks got hot
 And got raided by the cops
 I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
 His whole life remains inside a bottle of Night Train
 Another man got his clothes in a sack
 Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack
 And there's the poor little sister
 She has a little baby daughter
 Named Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia
 So why's her mother in a club unzipped though?
 Yo that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper
 Drug dealers drive around looking hard
 Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard
 Every day is a main event, some old lady limps
 The pushers and pimps eat shrimps
 It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing
 They must desire for the sound of a siren
 A bag lady dies in an alleyway
 She's seen the last of her days inside the subways
 More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope
 So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
 Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one
 Had fun then was done by a shotgun
 Upstairs I cover my ears and tears
 The man downstairs must have drank too many beers
 Cause every day of his life he beats his wife
 Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife
 Blind man plays the sax
 A tune called ?The Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks?
 Many lives are cut short
 That's when you're living
 In the streets of New York

 

 Baby needs new shoes
 But his papa uses all the money for booze
 A young girl is undressed in the back seat of a Caddy
 Calling some man Daddy
 Three men slain inside an apartment
 All you could see was the sparks when it darkened
 Daylight broke, cops roll on the scene
 The drug war, daily routine
 Gambling spots, just a poor man's jackpot
 You winning a lot, you get shot
 The drug dealing fanatics
 But you don't want no static
 Cause they got crack addicts with automatics
 Shoot-outs for a desire for territory
 A kid got caught in the crossfire
 A tired mother can't take no more
 She grab the bottle full of sleeping pills and took about 24
 Human beings are laying on the pavement
 Cause they're a part of a mental enslavement
 The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers
 This type of life is making you hyper
 People scouting a torched-out building
 And got killed when the cold air filled in
 Is hell really suggested?
 No more persons arrested, a child molested
 A little kid says, "Yo
 I got a color TV, CD player and car stereo
 And all I want is a castle
 I also got a .38, don't give me no hassle"
 One kid heads straight for the top
 And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop
 Look behind you when you walk
 That's how it is in the streets of New York