New York City

Outside on the block smellin the breeze of the city, Not a familiar type of aroma then the reality hits me, I'm not from this place at all, but i'm gonna give it a go, I can get use to this picture, everyday there's a show, Infested with Rats, Crushed Cans, and the streets are flooded, Tables with fish split open and the insides are gutted, Different types of smells in the air, not from the grass, or the trees, Sometimes it's the smoke in the engines from the cars in the P's, You have bums on the corner trying to get a few nickels, You have the dudes with the bops, and the Flags, maybe pistols, There's also cops on the corners trying to get an arrest, One false move and they'll put one in your chest, Other than that, it's all good and the people are nice, Although it's tight on the train, everyday it's a sight, The only thing i don't like is how the rent is so high, How the economy is low and how they're sucking everybody dry.