That city means the world to me.
I swear to God, I found my soul in those streets.
I kicked pavement to the skyscrapers for the world to see.
Every block I walked hit a fiber in me.
Walking alone in Bed-Stuy.
Somewhere between sober and high.
There were so may faces.
Who the fuck was I?
So many people. Too many things.
I started to give birth to who I was supposed to be.
All the glassy nights and busy sights started to uncork me.
I felt alive every time the subway shook me.
I remember that time you took me-
underneath the Brooklyn Bridge so quickly
just to show me where we were--
and how we were---
Dropping acid in Central Park
when it was snowy and too close to dark.
It was Christmas time, felt it in the air.
I could have happily died there.
I fell in love somewhere on 24th Street.
The city grew inside me once that happened.
"Hey baby, order me an Old Fashioned?"
God, I had love to ration.
Those raindrops hit the city lights like fractals.
No one but us seemed to like that weather.
We danced liked fools in the rain together.
I think you and I have been crazy forever.
We would sit on the median and watch traffic fly by.
You always laugh, I always sigh.
Always watching people walk by,
we promised to never say bye.
I’ve dropped tears in the East River and the Hudson.
I laughed my way from Coney Island to Times Square.
You remember that spot in Dumbo?
Who we are today was made there.