Lyrics:
the field alright
Tryna feel alright (Tryna feel alright)
I don't feel alright
But you're by my side
So I'm mesmerized
When it comes to my fears, I can't
alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many
everyone of my ride or dies, Albert, Andreas, Taina
Jenna, Jay, and everybody who was by my side
I'll be Sitting front row with my sis on Broadway
After
speak
Into existence
I'm rooted in black thoughts like Tariq
I was a drifter
Now I'm a shifter of paradigms
An upliftеr of tethered minds
Forеver signed
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
fun
New York City just for fun
Get your kicks just one by one
In New York City every way
Ben Dova: in New York City night and day
All: Live is more then
it, you play the game by the rules that's connected wit' it
It's not a win if you lost your respect to get it
Took a loss on my first trip to Broadway
here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back
Down on Broadway where the streets are paved
With hopeful expectations
Take it Johnny, bring it home
The bus is leavin' gotta go
One more up-tempo,
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
from the heart
It's straight from the soul, I'm makin' it known, they gettin' exposed
I live by the cold, they subject to fold, I get to the o's, o's,
past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my
Written by Vicki Peterson
Main Voice: VICKI & SUSAN
Produced by Continental Drifters & Mike Mayeux
Released on 'Vermilion' (1999)
Well, come on in
York City,
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly...
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land,
And his taught him to be a businessman...
He
"Hillbilly"
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures
Of the Broadway nights
And I'd send
Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
rolling in a Bronco pumpin' them pumps
you know what I'm sayin'?
On Broadway or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo yo, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
the sunset in the keys
Or we can meet in New York City
In the glow of Broadway lights
Doesn't matter where we end up, long as you're by my side
Will you meet
regards to Broadway,
Remember me to Herald Square.
Tell all the gang at Forty-second Street
That I will soon be there.
Whisper of how I'm yearning
To mingle
the life we live when you come off Broadway
& I ain’t never played wit that white stuff (un un) its ironic smoke exotic it give me a head rush (rush) & my
liquor and weed was heavy
And have me and corone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers,
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway
a drifter
Or I froze to death in the snow
Maybe mauled by a wildcat
Or I'm livin? down in Mexico
But my end, it doesn't really matter
All that counts is how
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