TITLE: "NEW YORK PROBLEMS"
[Hook]
I’m from New York, where the sirens sing on beat,
Where the rent too high and the block don’t sleep.
Where the train off-schedule but still my ride,
Born in the chaos, I don’t run, I glide.
[Verse 1]
I’m from the land of bodegas and busted lights,
Where the bacon egg & cheese save more lives than advice.
Where the block got drama, but we still outside,
Janitor moppin’ the lobby while cops cruise by.
I grew up dodgin’ roaches, rats, and weirdos on the 2 train,
Summer heat so strong, fire hydrants grew fame.
Kids playin’ ball on a crooked rim, no net,
You miss, that’s a chase down the whole project.
Corner store clerk know my name and my problems,
Sell you snacks, keep your secrets, sometimes solve ‘em.
I seen beef start over Jordans and side-eyes,
Seen a dude drop a verse right after a drive-by.
We don’t say “excuse me,” we just move in a wave,
Whole crowd part like “aight, he clearly not safe.”
Skyline look holy, streets look cursed,
But I still feel home in the loud and the worst.
[Hook]
I’m from New York, where the sirens sing on beat,
Where the rent too high and the block don’t sleep.
Where the train off-schedule but still my ride,
Born in the chaos, I don’t run, I glide.
[Verse 2]
I’m from “yo” and “deadass,” from “facts” and “say less,”
From “link in a minute” that turn to “nah, stress.”
From loud neighbors fightin’ through paper walls,
Everybody know your business but won’t answer calls.
We got preachers on the corner, scammers on the train,
One sellin’ salvation, one sellin’ fake chains.
Tourists in the way takin’ pics on the stairs,
I’m like, “Move, I got trauma and rent to prepare.”
I’ve seen Brooklyn nights make poets out of kids,
Graffiti on the shutters like a language we live.
You either get tougher or you get on that bus,
But if you stay, you earn that “one of us.”
So if I sound rude, that’s just crowd control,
City taught me how to talk with my eyebrows, bro.
I love it and hate it, same breath, no cap,
But if you take me out the city, I just want my city back.
[Hook]
I’m from New York, where the sirens sing on beat,
Where the rent too high and the block don’t sleep.
Where the train off-schedule but still my ride,
Born in the chaos, I don’t run, I glide.
[Verse 3]
I’m from stairwells smellin’ like loud and old paint,
From moms sayin’ “watch your tone” and “you ain’t.”
From “I’ll be right back” meaning three hours late,
From block parties powered by one broke gate.
We had dreams on the roof, fears in the hall,
Learned quick how to tell a real friend from a call.
If I talk like I’m tough, it’s ‘cause home was a test,
New York on my tongue, this city in my chest.
[Hook – final]
I’m from New York, where the sirens sing on beat,
Where the rent too high and the block don’t sleep.
Where the train off-schedule but still my ride,
Cold Verse from the city where the noise my guide.
ColdVerse
