GIL SCOTT-HERON - New York Is Killing Me lyrics

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Gil Scott-Heron

Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me,

Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know

That New York is killing me

Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee

Nas

New York is fast, how do I compare

It's 24 frames in every second of a movie

Can't see frame change but it's always moving

Characters, tourists, travellers and Arabs cook Halal food

It's foul moods on the average

Hood battlers, half-cyphers, tight spitting, spazzing

Noticing black asses on white women

Village Voices I heard around Strivers' Row

Next to where Calloway once sang, 'Heide Ho'

Welcome to the side-show where many eyes are low

Posted up Daily News travel round by the low

Gil Scott-Heron

let me tell ya fast city ain't living all

it's cracked up to be

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fast city ain't living all

it's cracked up to be

Yes seem I need to go home

and slow down in Jackson, Tennessee

Nas

And the gangs in New York are like wolves in sheep clothing

Navy men off the ships in sidewalks strolling

Ladies watching shopping stressing hard

With maxed out credit cards and her depressing job

Grey skies, anekatips winter's cold

US Open Tennis, charity dinners for the rich and old

Giving nothing to the poor to strengthen their soul

I can see why some get up and go, and move where it's slow

Gil Scott-Heron

Lord have mercy, mercy on me

yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me

Till him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennesee

Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me

Yeah I need to be back home, need to be back home,

need to be back home, need to be back home yeaaah

Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee

yeah I Born in Chicago but I ...<br />

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