Hudson River Line (Return to the City)

It is hot Sunday afternoon beads of sweat break loose a top my head I crack a bottle of snapple grimace return to the city with it's problems it's madness it's lighted beauty which comes alive at night Broadway bright the city where dreamers become a star on 42nd street it's sadness the millions of us stacked on top of one another you ain't my motherfucking brother all smothered in our bricked cages locked up for the night no square feet to retreat force other's to sleep in the street some eat other's starve the rats eat eat well Camus was right © 2010 Lepadah All rights reserved Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010..