text: Now do you see this, The way the grey controls only
  The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
  Are set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist
  Just another inner city bliss
  Now do you see this, The way the grey controls only
  The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
  I set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist
  Just another inner city river bliss
  Uptown, soul of American century, no dispute
  Our foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot, shot
  Harlem screaming, How come its you, not?
  Some other fucker at that audubon spot, got
  Houdini to seedy schemey, Junkies who would easily deceive me, believe me
  Monthly, must be, easy to fuck with Wik
  In my ear saying Suck this dick fore I get sadistic
  Im in the corner, crying Whats this shit?
  Seems Im either puffing that bliss or cuffs on my wrist
  Yin and yang, either stinging with pain or bringing that grain
  Either way yo its all the same thang
  Thinking, Might it be worth it, life in the circle, write in my journal
  My journals the, city it flows with the prettiest prose
  Mixed with the gritty and gross, I pity the
  Hideous shmoe, not the idiot shmucks, still giving a fuck
  But I pity them so I guess I care too, prepared to
  I-I-I dare to, keep trying when dying
  The island be my heirloom
  Now do you see this, The way the grey controls only
  The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
  Are set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist
  Just another inner city bliss
  Now do you see this, The way the grey controls only
  The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
  I set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist
  Just another inner city river bliss
  Marred Muts, upstream harbored us
  Luck loop of lucky louie shufflin suave struts
  Wrists carved up, from center street souls
  Whose scars won’t shut, no scars won’t shut!
  Back in kickball they were the kids that got cut
  Type to lick ya tears off, poke ya gut and such
  Now who’s stuck? And where’s my luck?
  Barged baxter in bayard boom, where’s my buck?
  You wouldnt last long on Lennox, you scared to come up
  But you need to be as scared of the come up
  When you need to be shootin shoats and saving the young pups
  Torrid heat, time square post let it erupt
  We’re bashing and barking like, dogs in the fog
  Down the South, slow draws, haggard hogs
  I can feel ya hunger baby, scribble and make ya starve
  Taught you bout tatted walls, scratched and scattered scrawls
  Night you like to breathe but you talk timid towards tamed with awe
  And tongues rip through holes with pockets to draws
  I was born in the ocean and adapted to life ashore
  Take it as a simple world, world, world
  Guess I’m spatting off like hell, now what the hell
  All the, all the, sick stories to tell
  Sittin in ya cell thinkin to yourself, howd I fail
  Well, why’d I wail?
  Now do you see this, The way the grey controls only
  The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
  Are set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist
  Just another inner city bliss
  Now do you see this, The way the grey controls only
  The souls that go to sleep to sink and dissolve
  I set adrift, in between the concrete and the mist
  Just another inner city river bliss
  Suave slobs, conquer, Manahatta
  Wallys on my feet, Squallies on the creep cross the
  Street where the people that peep the nostalgia
  All dat karma can come upon ya
  Suave slobs, conquer, Manahatta
  Wallys on my feet, Squallies on the creep cross the
  Street where the people that peep the nostalgia
  All dat karma can come upon ya
  Suave slobs, conquer, Manahatta
  Wallys on my feet, Squallies on the creep cross the
  Street where the people that peep the nostalgia
  All dat karma can come upon ya