Big Apple

See my face, you know where I've been

Walking in jungle, cruising down boulevard

Part of the race taking a tumble

Love in a stranger is fearing from danger,

Is crying im some avenue and soon the hate

Will be there...

Assassin with gun is taking his aim,

To target his rival, and crossing the street

Is a dangerous game,

the stakes are survival

Love in that stranger still fearing that danger

Still crying in some avenue

And soon the hate will be there too.

Life in the Big Apple moves very fast

And so must you,

Do like the others do and don't you

drag your heels

Cops on route are hot in pursuit

As windows are shattered

Cafe and arcade are teeming with loot

The sidewalks are scattered

Walking down highways just

seeing things my way

While dealer man enjoys his wealth

Your spare the rope he'll hang

himself

Life in the Big Apple