| Alicia Keys |     |
| Streets of New York |     |
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It's like jungle out there,so much struggle out here
And my dreams steal my rest,sleeps the cousin of death
Always feel like a race against father time,in the streets of New York
All I see is street hoes,and bullet holes in my people
Only crime fills the brain,feels like I'm going insane
The revolution has to start,don't waste no time
In the streets of New York
New York state of mind
New York state of crime
New York big dreams
New York big schemes
Ohhh it's like the game,just ain't the same
Baby thugs and girls with no shame,can't get away epidemic plagues
Every hood in every state,don't have no reason cause believin's hard to find
In the streets of New York
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