Sometimes I feel
Like the world is closing in on me
I'm from the borough where there's crack on the corners
And rappers on the runways
Since 9/11 seeing soldiers on the subways
The hood is hell but God visits on Sundays
And cats with high hopes try to make it here someday
I'm from the city where it's bigger than it seems
Where kids with big dreams meet with killers with cream
And it's difficult to live in your means and go beyond
Where babies are rocking jerseys like they part of the team
I'm from the state where the funding is lean for education
Hate for the government schemes and hesitations
I'm from the nation where you bleed for reservations
Seems the foundation was greed and segregation
I'm from the planet where you need precipitation
If the rain don't fall then the weeds can get impatient
Pray I'm universally heard on every station
But the way this world's looking got me waiting for the spaceship
Sometimes
Sometimes I feel
Like the world is closing in on me
This stress don't stop ergo I watch my hair go
Don't let it get me down stay smooth like Nair dome
It ain't really no places where I wouldn't dare roam
I traipse through the lion's den in bear flow
More than a fair show
Grab the microphone, let my cares go
Three sheets to the wind, pissing upstream
Wetting the bed, head full of steam
So wicked I ain't getting a dream
With nothing to lose cool down the pace I'm busting a move
I take my time not to rush it when discussing the groove
I'm crushing the blues, bud and the green
Seeing red so much thoughts ain't even room for no hair on my head
Though in my mind's eye, Jah know mi haffi see mi dread
Rasta, ripping it Babylon, born and bred
Running off my random, full with New York pride
Spit with more chutzpah than the upper east side
This making ends meet is tasting like I'm wasting my time
On chasing these rhymes
Sometimes I feel
Like the world is closing in on me
Nowadays it's gimme gimme, no chivalry
Smoke up the chimney
Real people finicky, get at me, feed off my energy
We live in mean times with very few amenities
Kids seeking identity feel it's well worth the penalty to
Pop something off and hold they block down or
Knock something off and blow the spot quick
Reap the benefits, funny thing is the same sentiment
Exists up in the writ of unelected candidates
You sit in your jeep, they sit in they Jeep
But all the while they're on the guys of keeping the peace
They police beef while we beef with police
Spreading freedom, at least that's what they said in they speech
I take it all in with a grain of salt
And thank whoever's up above, I'm from New York
Cause when it go 'round it's like they're all on tour with me
And when it goes down I know I got the world with me
So come on
Sometimes I feel
Like the world is closing in on me
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