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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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