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