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New York State of Mind

New York State of Mind

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Published by: zeek76 on Mar 17, 2010
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New York State of Mind
 New York state of mind, I roll into the CityThrough the Lincoln Tunnel, I’m covered like FiddyMy chick to my right, more paper than DiddyFelt fooled like a child, on Christmas, quite giddyKept the word not herb, now dunkin like doughnutsWait for the release, prisoners do time, then go-nutsHeld the razor to neck, bled from the deep cutsEuthanized felt better, put out like cigarette buttsSmell the death as I walk, grip to the edgeOvercome with fury, crept to the ledgeLost all the of the value from bets that hedgeRolled to the Hudson, found bodies when dredged Now the whole life is flashing, in the pit like flamesThought I would deliver, if caught in the gameOne life is ending, do others remain? Not able, now ever, to stake for the claimThe lid is closed, crash, the silence like thunder Pine box, Sunday best, let no man put asunder What’s been blessed by God? Crept over then under  Nothing but food to the worms, trust? That’s the blunder The City won’t sleep, sleeps next to deathWhen you get that close, can’t imagine what’s nextWhat’s pure like spring? Blood flowing from necksGot to cover your tracks, mistakes left to correctFog hangs in the air, like sides of fresh beef Chilled, forced to recall, encompassed by grief Steps over the souls never bringing relief Forget the fall, last memory like a blown autumn leaf Deed done, time over, heats up, left him chillyRode the moment, fell back, and crushed like a PhillyBlunts rolled up and smoked on the real “B”Young bulls and ole heads, all gone, couldn’t feel meOne bullet left, flipped in the chamber Flew a plan in the night, feed off the danger End of story, so long, torn open by anger  No note to explain, love left like a stranger 

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