LEARN LYRICS

Where are the bright colors

The streets are empty hallways

The city's vertical

I'm breaking my neck

In my spiral notebook

I write, poorly inspired

I wanna flee the gunfire

For the beaches of Nosy Be

I look at the skyline

The reflections in the river

Next time, fire

Me, I grew up in the mess

Still the rage inside me

Like when I was fifteen

Since then, water's flowed

Facing Queensbridge

Fists in my pockets

Head under the hood

My brain's grinding

My rhymes in the satchel

This city's like a fruit

A crazy dare, a flick

And my ego seems to leak

Through its smoking manholes

I loop my bootlegs

C'mon buddy, pass the bottle

I loop my bootlegs

And in the night drifts

A bit of Wu-Tang

And in this NYC city

Sitting in the back of a taxi

All these skyscrapers, a treetop forest

All these lights to infinity

Rise from threatening abysses

Like billions of galaxies

A Midnight Baron drives me

Toward this thickening night

The chill of autopsy rooms

The comfort of quiet suburbs

A homeless guy pushing his cart

The alleys of Little Italy

A body beaten by the cops

A sleep that's cousin to death

This city never rests

Suddenly bursts from my pen