Artist: Deliciouss T Album: Melancholy in G'yeah! Minor * Song: Fuck NY State of Mind Typed by: Deliciouss T * * http://soundcloud.com/deliciouss-t/sets/melancholy-in-gyeah-minor-1/ Sick of living life in a Cycle. Days pass I fight the keep my balance like a tightrope This ain't bout lacking chances it's bout passion, what I want to be No obstacle is blocking me, cuz honestly I'm what's stopping me. My laziness climbs out to pounce yo it's on top of me got me rocked I'm popping bottles like a fiend or lying on the couch to watch TV I'm living slovenly I ponder on it solemnly, don't twist, I live responsibly The manner though in which the LISH accompLISH things is probably kinda bitch. Gotta switch it up a bit the mind is crisp Ready for the challenge and to dominate life's hollowness I feel from day to day that's draining me and pave the way until you plainly see progression not to pace or run in place that's fatal, see To seize the day, you gotta grab the fucker by its throat Combating all the maddening doubt, make room for hope And fuck it if the message is violent cuz I'm not trying to be But I write this speech that I'm reciting to inspire me. The fight in me lies idle can't ignite it for the life of me with daily life I'm being crushed my surroundings stifle me I'm fine when I break free and leave but feel tied down in NYC Can't combat the grind and that frenetic pace the island brings... Stressed out, sweat, get tested, chess bout messed up put in more and get less out set to jet out can't see best route debts doubts mount threats from the chest shout... HOOK: I'm in a, fuck NY state of mind, am I a hater? Maybe straining to make it pay off is making me jaded I'm in a Fuck NY state of mind, am I a hater? Fine but maybe I'm the sane one and escaping it is making it. Fuck NY state of mind, fine, I'm a hater But the game is fixed I make my family play it like a sadist I been paying dues for ages, when the fuck we celebrating? I'm hungry never sated I wanna proclaim I made it you attain a certain stage and then appraise the situation I'm saying what you made of yourself not what you've taken I wonder whether Gotham is the place to stake ya claim and try to make the gains it takes to build I feel I'm just maintaining And some days I don't really know if pain I feel is me or life City never sleeping is right, man, you can feel the strife Tension, stress, insomnia, ya mind is in a squeezing vice People act like living here enduring is a feat of might Randy Savage motherfuckers thinking life should be a fight But I don't think they see it right, I'm seeking out some peaceful nights better days where daily grind is weakened so I feel the highs and lows are minimized, right now living in this city's like Rats that's trapped yo this island is packed I'm from the sticks and fam be asking will you ever come back, crack A brew and kick it true where jet black Skies are lined with stars shine bright blind eyes to get back To home T , say peace, fuck the scene, pace Let fiends chase green while you seek a green space Please reclaim a life where peeps can be sane Don't stop seeing life's meaning, T, yo, keep aim this bleak game drains disdain creeps in, stains the mind frame, break clean peep the refrain...