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Jersey A twisted maze of interstates Highways, industry, farmland and tidal waves Halfway between New York and DC London and Cali I can see the Philly skyline On a clear night But I'd rather be on the beach in the moonlight Just like we used to back in the day Before I lost control of hands on the face Before you went away Where do all these cars come from? Where do all these people gotta get to? Why am I one? I've been branded It says so right across my chest And I'm stranded in an ocean of bodies with no life vest And concrete Timberlands Hindering every step Everybody's trying to get a rep Everybody wants to get their respect Like they're any different from the next man We're all mannequins, understand? I can't drive two blocks without seeing the cops I can't listen to a song and not hear about rocks I can't go to bar without seeing twenty classmates SongtexteTrying to figure out why they took the time to graduate Developers are buying every orchard in the county To make quarter million dollar properties with no trees But they're convenient to the highways and the big city We're all guilty pilgrims robbing Indians Jersey See life without you tears my fragile world apart I'm not too happy and I'm not too smart And if I was just a little better at either I'd put the pain relievers down and give the stimulants a breather But I'm neither Jug handles, traffic circles, and no left turns No license til you're seventeen Walking to work I've got a green-eye perspective Of eclectic laborers Expecting pay dirt and move away from the neighbors The liquor stores all close at two Everybody's got it rough and take it out on you Everybody's so tough 'cause they stuck it through On that note, mad love to everyone in my crew I like to go to the boardwalk at 3am The parking is free and the ocean is calling me Calming me, watching me work with a pen There's nobody else so I talk to myself And here I go again So cliché and typical Dreaming 'bout yesterday Reminiscing like them times was some kind of miracle But if I recall, I couldn't wait to move on The theoretical next level Somehow my chemicals all come into balance Like I'm up to the challenge And I'm down for trouble Took the Parkway North All the way to New York To that bridge to relive my 9/11 witness, yo I'm on a waiting list for a spot with assisted living A community of peers clinging to life for some reason 'Cause I got no kids to take care of me Not that they could anyway with the economy today I'm a forage through the forest to secret elephant burial ground Find a nice spot to chill and lay down Some underground kids said my beats were too mainstream To be in that vein of dope lyrics and street dreams But the mainstream kids are like "What the fuck was that?" You wanna try me, you'll have to untie me Now who's whack? See I was lucky to have both parents in the home Though things didn't chill out til one of 'em was gone Now I see my friends trying to raise kids That they got stuck with for being stupid But they're never alone Shop for records at the Goodwill store It's amazing to me how nobody wants 'em no more They'd rather have the crate But nobody got priorities straight Including mine 'Cause I spend my last dime on a break And it's hard to be the Garden State in February 'Cause the crops don't grow but the heating bill is steady I've been fortunate not to be a casualty I seen a lot of drama that's real Try to keep my hands clean Try to keep it in my head there's worse places to be 'Cause I'm speaking and I'm walking free Jersey Aus Songtexte Mania