Alright!
In New York I found Rome,
I found Milan, I found Paris
New York is made of Buenos Aires, Istambul, Venice
Grandmaster flash, new eve, guitaring, Beastie Boys
I wanna wake up in the city with Frankie and his voice
L.A.'s nice, but New York's my home
It's all good, but I'm so tired
L.A.'s fine but it's not home
It's very nice but I'm Brooklyn for life
There's no Wlace where you can find the peace of every place
New York is like a mirror where the world reflects it's face
L.A.'s nice, but New York's my home
It's all good, but I'm so tired
L.A.'s fine but it's not home
It's very nice but I'm Brooklyn for life
I miss the melting of the voices mixing in my street
I want to feel the midnight train underneath my feet
This land is your land, from New Zealand to Sicily
Home is where the heart is, and I keep my heart with me
L.A.'s nice, but New York's my home
It's all good, but I'm so tired
L.A.'s fine but it's not home
It's very nice but I'm Brooklyn for life
