Sometimes

Sometimes I feel Like the world is closing in on me

I'm from the borough where there's crack on the corners And rappers on the runways Since 9/11 seeing soldiers on the subways The hood is hell but God visits on Sundays And cats with high hopes try to make it here someday I'm from the city where it's bigger than it seems Where kids with big dreams meet with killers with cream And it's difficult to live in your means and go beyond Where babies are rocking jerseys like they part of the team I'm from the state where the funding is lean for education Hate for the government schemes and hesitations I'm from the nation where you bleed for reservations Seems the foundation was greed and segregation I'm from the planet where you need precipitation If the rain don't fall then the weeds can get impatient Pray I'm universally heard on every station But the way this world's looking got me waiting for the spaceship Sometimes

Sometimes I feel Like the world is closing in on me

This stress don't stop ergo I watch my hair go Don't let it get me down stay smooth like Nair dome It ain't really no places where I wouldn't dare roam I traipse through the lion's den in bear flow More than a fair show Grab the microphone, let my cares go Three sheets to the wind, pissing upstream Wetting the bed, head full of steam So wicked I ain't getting a dream With nothing to lose cool down the pace I'm busting a move I take my time not to rush it when discussing the groove I'm crushing the blues, bud and the green Seeing red so much thoughts ain't even room for no hair on my head Though in my mind's eye, Jah know mi haffi see mi dread Rasta, ripping it Babylon, born and bred Running off my random, full with New York pride Spit with more chutzpah than the upper east side This making ends meet is tasting like I'm wasting my time On chasing these rhymes

Sometimes I feel Like the world is closing in on me

Nowadays it's gimme gimme, no chivalry Smoke up the chimney Real people finicky, get at me, feed off my energy We live in mean times with very few amenities Kids seeking identity feel it's well worth the penalty to Pop something off and hold they block down or Knock something off and blow the spot quick Reap the benefits, funny thing is the same sentiment Exists up in the writ of unelected candidates You sit in your jeep, they sit in they Jeep But all the while they're on the guys of keeping the peace They police beef while we beef with police Spreading freedom, at least that's what they said in they speech I take it all in with a grain of salt And thank whoever's up above, I'm from New York Cause when it go 'round it's like they're all on tour with me And when it goes down I know I got the world with me So come on