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My New York State of Mind

Both the ignorant and wise Have the nerve to criticize But I've heard the crocodile cries And the smiley-faced lies Of those New York cynics I’ve been bloodied and bruised Wrongly blamed and bemused Now negativity’s infused All my patience has been used By those New York cynics Now I step on those stones That once broke my bones But I’ve become one of those drones Just another of the clones Yeah, I’m a New York cynic

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 9/7/2008 6:36:00 AM
i liked the flow and the thoughts of over comming critics. your right your in a new york state of mind.
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