N.Y.C.

I was hanging out on Joy´s front steps

It was the summer of love

We were in New York City

Vibe was cool with the radio on

I think it was Sly singing "Que Sera Sera"

My mother kept saying You´re wasting´ your life

Sitting' here watching the world go by

Why don't you guys get out there and do something

We did, we became brothers that night

Sharing our lives over a bottle of Ide´s

But that was fine with me

There was some kind of riot on the lower East Side

Some rich man shot some homeless guy

He thought he was being robbed

Refrão:

You can hear him say…

Can you believe this city

Didn´t get much sleep staying out all night

Soul Kitchen was hopping´

We´d sneak in the side and dance

Smash was spinning´ some whack new song

We was all snappin´ hard on his moms

But he was cool

That shit was funky

That shit was funky

Teachers were quittin´ their jobs by the ton

Every kid in school was totin´ a gun

And they were just too scared

(Refrão)

Ran into C on the E train

Had a brand new copy of Marvin Gaye´s "Trouble Man"

I couldn´t help think' coming home that day is it New York or back to L.A.