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In the true east

The beauty and beast

Set around a park

Click 4, 6 mixed angles

Through the trees and glass windows

In tightly squeezed streets

Blinded by the crowds in queue

Dressed in squares and lights

Stuck, lost in time

The ground of the trade center

Is still shaking alive inside

The State, Rock center buildings

Keep a watchful eye

Pandas chew on bamboo on street corners

Hide behind windows

Shy and timid in view

Chinatown is in full bloom

My mind is shaking

My body is breaking

This is taking way too long

This is taking way too long

To get back to Manhattan

I got to get back to Manhattan

When I wake will I find New York on time

Will I find New York on high

Full of ethnic enclaves

Williamsburg, Little Odessa, Bed Stuy

Bushwick, Bay Ridge, Sunset Park

The city of trees, the borough of churches and homes

Sets Brooklyn’s united feel

Caters to the arts, music and film

The inspired walking youth

Hit the city, roam

Set on high not wasting time

Decorating the grottos, the narrow streets

Graffiti spray painting the boring

Monotonous structures fancy

Writing on walls in artistic mottos

Playing instruments, taking photogs

For a sole montage

On the side of a brick building

Inside the small shop or café

The Bridge of Brooklyn

Suspends in the balance iconic

Walk across, admire the view

Of the brownstones and Manhattan bridge

The water towers grace the skyline

The city sky scrapers adjacent to Long Island

On both sides under the sun, moon, and city lights

Brooklyn feels home from the start

My mind is shaking

My body is breaking

This is taking way too long

This is taking way too long

To get back to Brooklyn

I got to get back to Brooklyn Kings

When I wake will I find New York on time

Will I find New York on high

We all know the old man won’t lie

His hair and beard long in gray

A smile always resonating on his face

The chessmen won’t beg

For a dollar from deep pockets

But for a second of shortened days

Prospers from recession

The distraughts’ depression

He gives back, willingly takes

Being there for one

Whom needs some company

Two lost souls finding ends meet

With each move of the chess piece

A move for mind’s peace

The pawns move slow

One step at a time

The bishop shoots jokes

Groove’n in a jester’s cap

He’s worth two pawns

An archer, a fool, an elephant, and more

He’s an honest shooter

While the knights trot along by horse

The rooks form a home, castling

Everyone protects the king

Everyone loves flirting with the queen

The chessman inherited the square

From dusk till dawn

He reigns as King

Of the tables in the park

The chessman will entertain for hours

Talk kind for respect, he gains power

Explains odd structures, the landscape

The architecture and history of towers

The cities roots and culture

While others just lay on the parks lawn

The chessman is a friend to all, his enemy

All over a chess game

A day walking through the park

My mind is shaking

My body is breaking

This is taking way too long

This is taking way too long

To get back to Manhattan

I got to get back to Brooklyn Kings

When I wake will I find New York on time

Will I find New York on high

I walk across in the cold and wind

Biting into an apple

Saw the place as a learning experience

Viewing, adhering to something new

All kinds of diverse people

Buildings of the big easy

I’m trapped back in the desires

Of the New Zoo of York

I want to stand beside Lady Liberty

At the center of the five corners

Burrowed above the world

Manhattan and Brooklyn

I’m waking up, back for more

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