It's like jungle out there,so much struggle out here And my dreams steal my rest,sleeps the cousin of death Always feel like a race against father time,in the streets of New York All I see is street hoes,and bullet holes in my people Only crime fills the brain,feels like I'm going insane The revolution has to start,don't waste no time In the streets of New York New York state of mind New York state of crime New York big dreams New York big schemes Ohhh it's like the game,just ain't the same Baby thugs and girls with no shame,can't get away epidemic plagues Every hood in every state,don't have no reason cause believin's hard to find In the streets of New York.  Pour imprimer simplement et sans pub