 The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of Buddha and with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya And held deep, like the words in my breath I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind