I look up and I see the red and blue flashes.
This my friends is not a tale of two cities.
just one city. my city.
the city that birthed legends.
dozens upon dozens of blocks deep.
this is my city.
her city full of lost souls
looking to be found.
fallen children, abandoned wives,
intellectuals and goons
all failed by the system,
breathing the same air.
STOP AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!!
Even the pigeons have a nasty attitude...
but the pigs in blue uniform are the worst.
These kids were raised by the streets
smoking bogies at 12
with their friends in the school yard,
vandalizing and picking pockets for the thrill
I know people will never know legal money
hustling out of pure desperation
just trying to get by.
This place is Heaven in a little fucked up box.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING AROUND HERE SO LATE AT NIGHT?
HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING?
We may walk in the same shoes
but you see, I got an awkward step
and its all thanks to her. my city.
she's the most beautiful thing I've ever known.
Home of tragedy and victory.
and I love it.
ARE YOU RESISTING ARREST? DONT PUSH ME KID.
I WILL HAVE YOU DETAINED FOR ASSAULTING AN OFFICER.
This city has the heart of a gangster and the tongue of a poet
all molded into crowded streets and busy intersections.
You're not about this life
you've only seen it.
I live this life,
you've just heard about it.
So, Mr. Officer, with all due respect,
you haven't got the slightest idea as to whats going on here.
This is the city of dreams, the one that never sleeps.
The concrete jungle.
The only place you can find a bum and a millionaire
and everything in between
on the same sidewalk.
So please let me be.
OFFICER, YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!
I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.
This is New York.
This is supposed to be the city of opportunities.
This is not why my parents came here.
Let me go...Please...
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will
be used against you
in a court of law...