will it quit I'm gonna throw it all away so don't try and stop me I'm not me and as the hours pass on by a lonely heart beats on in time living's become
Another feeling I can't fight I'm just trying to get the hell out of here tomorrow's just another night the engine's broke and I've run out of steam
There's a poor man sucking down his will to live and there's a joe mo working on the late night shift there's a road to get us on out of here and there
Out of site and out of mind happens every single time and now I'm walkin all alone watch my shadows shrink and grow thinking of you thinking of me and
Like a turtle on it's back like a blind man walking the streets of new york like a fire in a glass my heart is wrapped up in a cellophane bag I seperate
In this urban jungle life seems so scarce caution: hot danger sign buyer beware there's a billboard on the skyscraper place your ad here do you think
It don't sound so bad don't mean that you can't understand I want to be close to you so what's that sound the floor boards are cracking up as I creep
I don't mind seeing things like her pictures on the wall I don't mind hearing things like past affairs and all I don't mind staying up and waiting for
And when I'm free ain't never gonna be the same no how no way when the day comes I'm gonna live for no one else except myself and I know if ever I've
where they aim to shoot shoot to kill they will not bring me down no they won't bring me down back when the bean town lost the beat a southern mentality
I wasn't much just a face in the hall that's all that I could ever be my mother said if she could she'd have known me but I got these kids to feed someone
Bus We now want the new weed, beat under us Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust Too much ecstasy, make manna exit
be the New York City narrative, an urban Romeo and Juliet, creating epics and timeless expressions from a car seat, speeding miles per heart beat.
can probably find him walking out of a Macy's Forget it girl, they just thinking how to replace me Exit with a joke, leave these niggahs some hope You put the yay beat
Id be happy to connect ya life is, better than its ever been scheduling million dollar meetings with the president someone cut the lights, oh where is Thomas Edison got a new
I survive I cannot breathe - without your love I can't get enough Chorus It's the last exit to Brooklyn New York City, Oh it's waiting You're a new
jump off, it's about to jump off My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talk Yo RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police at the door Every exit
. Slaughterhouse) [Joe Budden] New York, Jersey, Philly; New York, Jersey, Philly New York, Jersey, Philly - you know I keep it filthy Out in New York