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It's only 9:30, I'll get to work on time with ease
Weather on the one-ten, thirty-nine degrees
Just another fine day in the N.Y.C
I split a cigarette with my nigga Mas D
And hop in the shower, use my Gillette Mach 3
And have me some breakfast, an omelette with broccoli
And sharp cheddar cheese, scoop up my wallet and my keys
Get to work and fuck around on the net till I gotta leave
That's why I write about the night after
The last light when I laugh and fight
And I feast or I starve if the day's been hard
I can live for the moment, I can plan for tomorrow
At times I die for the night to fade away
Past the hours dreamin' 'bout my day
Either way it's a forecast gay
Cause these parties are played and rather déclassé
Dawn's a short time comin', I'm a long way home
How I travel rap steady from dusk till morn
On a clear day you can see forever
January weather got these honeys bundled up in butter leathers
I'm a year round go-getter but right now
Only me and my music know the meaning of together
The streets are cold, the sun is frozen
Gotta keep my hustle goin' and keep composin'
Can't waste the day away sleepin', dozin' underground
I'm tunnelin' from sun up to sun down
Day in and day out we stay out and hang in
The music's the way out, we gon' find a way in
Take the road less traveled, the saga begins
Till we start the day in and day out and day in
Day in and day out we stay out and hang in
The music's the way out, we gon' find a way in
Take the road less traveled, the saga begins
Till we start the day in and day out and day in
Night time brings a sense of urgency, emergency lit
N.Y. women dart surgically, skirtin' between whips and jaywalk
The stray cellular phone talk is lofty
Too soft to drown out the horns and all the offbeat
Characters I travel through, the streets ain't all that savage
If you know how to navigate 'em, I ain't talkin' 'bout navigators