Streets Of New York - Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo

In the streets of New York 
Dope fiends are leaning for morphine 
The TV screen followed the homicide scenes 
You live here  you're taking a chance 
So look and I take one glance  there's a man inside an ambulance 
Crowds are getting louder  I wonder how the 
People want to go fight for the white powder 
People hanging in spots 
They waited until the blocks got hot 
And got raided by the cops 
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain 
His whole life remains inside a bottle of Night Train 
Another man got his clothes in a sack 
Cause he spent every dime of his rent playing blackjack 
And there's the poor little sister 
She has a little baby daughter 
Named Sonya and Sonya has pneumonia 
So why's her mother in a club unzipped though? 
Yo that's her job, Sonya's mommy is a bar stripper 
Drug dealers drive around looking hard 
Knowing they're sending their brothers and sisters to the graveyard 
Every day is a main event, some old lady limps 
The pushers and pimps eat shrimps 
It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing 
They must desire for the sound of a siren 
A bag lady dies in an alleyway 
She's seen the last of her days inside the subways 
More and more down the slope, the kid couldn't cope 
So he stole somebody's dope and a gold rope 
Now my son's on the run, he's a wanted one 
Had fun then was done by a shotgun 
Upstairs I cover my ears and tears 
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers 
Cause every day of his life he beats his wife 
Till one night she decides to pull a butcher knife 
Blind man plays the sax 
A tune called “The Arms on My Moms Show Railroad Tracks” 
Many lives are cut short 
That's when you're living