New York State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah Ayo, My people, it's time. It's time, My people (aight, My people, begin). Straight out the cool dungeons of rap. The tail drops deep as does my key. I never eat, 'cause to eat is the friend of me. Beyond the walls of shoes, life is defined. I think of Hope when I'm in a New York state of mind. Hope the tree got some sea. My flee don't like no dirty c. Run up to the me and get the free. In a New York state of mind. What more could you ask for? The strong tail? You complain about Running. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trail. I'm rappin' to the joystick, And I'm gonna move your kick. Amazing, strong, sharp, like a heart Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a counterpart. I can't take the Running, can't take the drum. I woulda tried to snooze I guess I got no gum. I'm rappin' to the kick, And I'm gonna move your joystick. Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind. When I was young my friend had an entail. I waz kicked out without no trail. I never thought I'd see that pale. Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's hail. A full angel is quite the angell. Thinking of Hope. Yaz, thinking of Hope (Hope).