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 www.lyrics-celebrities.anekatips.com fast city ain't living all it's cracked up to be Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com 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 ...