Testo Streets of New York - Kool G Rap & DJ Polo
Testo della canzone Streets of New York (Kool G Rap & DJ Polo), tratta dall'album Streets of New York
In the streets of New York, dope fiends are leanin' from morphine
The TV screen followed the homicide scene
You live here, you're takin' a chance
I look and I take one glance, there's a man inside an ambulance
The crowds are gettin' louder, I wonder how the
People wanna go fight for the right powder
People hang in the spots, they waited 'til the plots
Got hot, and got raided by the cops
I'll explain, the man sleepin' in the rain
His whole life remains inside a bottle of Night Train
Another man got his clothes in a sack
'Cause he spent every dime of his rent playin' blackjack
And there's the poor little sister, she has a little baby daughter
Named Sonya, and Sonya has pneumonia
So why's her mother in a club pullin' zippers?
Yo, that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper
Drug dealers drive around lookin' hard
Knowin' they're sendin' their brothers and sisters to the graveyard
Every day's a main event
Some old lady limps to pushers and pimps eat shrimps
It gets tirin', the sight of a gun firin'
They must desire for the sound of a siren
A bag lady dies in the alleyways
She's seen the last of her days inside the subways
One more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope
So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope
Now my son's on the run, he's the one who wanna have fun
Then was done by a shotgun
Upstairs, I cover my ears in tears
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers
'Cause every day, this life, he beats his wife
'Til one night, she decides to pull a butcher knife
Blind man plays the sax
A tune called "The Arms of My Mom" show railroad tracks
Many lives are cut short
That's when you're livin' in the streets of New York
Baby needs new shoes
But his papa uses all the money for booze
A young girl is undressed in the backseat of a Caddy
Callin' some man daddy
Three men slain inside an apartment
All you can see is the sparks when it darken
Daylight broke, cops rollin' on the scene
The drug war, daily routine
Gambler spots, just a poor man's jackpot
You win on a lot, you get shot
The drug dealin' fanatics
But you don't want no static 'cause
They got crack addicts with automatics
Shootouts for a desire for territory
A kid got caught in the crossfire
A tired mother can't take no more
She grabbed a bottle full of sleeping pills and took about twenty-four
Human beings are layin' on the pavement
'Cause they're a part of a mental enslavement
The cop snipers, little babies in dirty diapers
This type of life is makin' ya hyper
People scoutin' a tossed-out buildin'
And got killed when the cold air filled in
Is Hell really suggested?
One more person's arrested, a child molested
A little kid says, "Yo
I got a color TV, CD player, and car stereo
And all I want is a capsule
I also got a.38, don't give me no hassle"
One kid heads straight for the top
And gets stopped and popped by a crooked cop
Look behind you when you walk
That's how it is, in the streets of New York
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Wilson, William Mitchell, Philip Kruse
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