Sometimes when my eyes are red,
I gaze off my roof. My own little world.
Streets I’ve ran, blocks I’ve explored.
Lying in the dark
My thoughts lift up like the city.
New York, the city of dreams and dreamers.
Walking down Broadway, taxi horns screaming.
See the rats in the subway, not the sandwich spot.
New York, best city in the world.
Grab the mic,
Eat the bite
like Iron Mike.
New York home of the greatest,