i think of being in them states of confusion like the definate amount of cars flowing through the streets throwing there hand to play there monotone horns. The underground atlantis lining the walls with shops, and smells filling my mind such as bagels, milk and coffee, but most deffiently able to smell the cologne of people hurrying by. time sqaure, famous marks of history, the side walks which followed the yellow taxis to a far stretch, the people trying to make something of there life dressed opposite to the people in black suits playing wooden made strings with there hats placed directly infront but just beside the passers by. The often accuring big buildings with the odd accasion of smaller sized.
can you guess where i want to go?
Far away from here, where the streets call my name and the curbs take a beating. Thousands of feet thousands of faces. Hustle, bustle and a whole lot of heart...
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the streets echo the beatings right through the the point of liberty. Gun shots fired feeling ni remorse, some people say its grime i just say its life..
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