Knowing what you're doing, being right

And following through, and never stop

Following through on what you believe in

And um, if you have to defend it physically, verbally

Spiritually, whatever way you have to defend it

Is, is, if you, Brooklyn people are always

Ready to pay the price for what they believe in

Yes, we manifest

Alleviate the tension and your stress

Me, FS

And on the flow, the emipathy, S-T-R-O

Maestro, Mani one, first son, Brooklyn

Regardless where I'm at in this life

Regardless where I roam

Brooklyn forever my home

The street lights, the street life

The dues I paid to keep me focused and write

It's like this place is my wife

Till death do us part

Our wedding reception was in the park after dark

Where she gave me her heart and soul

And told me our love would only grow

As we got older, I told her I'd never leave

And if I did I'd be back, that's word to me

I said it purposely so she could understand the worth of me

This is the county of kings

You can tell by the size of medallions and gold rings

Royalty dwells in sections we swing

Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown

Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green

Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East

And Coney is a island connected

Sometimes the Bush wicked and Parks is Slope

The Bay is Ridge, and Benson is a Hearst

I'll forever be connected partly

Bobby Johnson's in Canarsie

God forgive us all for living harshly

That's home before month nine

The umbilical chord line

And when Mars pushed from space became time

See Brooklyn is a state of mind

My sunshine, it's Kings County baby

Where you at son?

Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown

Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green

Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East

And Coney is a island connected

Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown

Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green

Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East

And Coney is a island connected

We street talk, but we flip it and bounce it

Speak dialect of verbalist, you speak nervousness

We congested, check the herbalist

And I flow for real like Echinacea

But Golden Seal'll ease internal turbulence

We say peace when we walk

And half the population don't eat pork

Peace to all points directional

Brooklyn where the thugs be intellectual

And God be blessin' you

See part of it's slum, and part of it's ghetto

And part of it's suburban, and part of it's meadow

And part of it's peace, and part of it's concrete jungle

But on the whole it's mellow

That's my first love and my heart

From Prospect Park to the beaches that touch the Atlantic

Dark brown, white, red, morena with Hispanic

And granted it ain't where you live, but it's love the same

We stay hot so you can touch the flame

Plus the frame picture perfect

We stick together like glue that's all purpose

Call Ticketmaster if you looking for the circus

This ain't the place for the weak hearted, scared, and nervous

There's no place like home, that's my word

I cut a vein and bleed verbs to be heard, no need for reverb

I'm from the heart of the beast, the furthest point East

And peace I speak to reach peoples in the streets who relate

Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown

Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green

Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East

And Coney is a island connected

Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown

Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green

Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East

And Coney is a island connected

Where the Bush is Flat, where the Ville is Brown

Where the Heights is Crown, where the Fort is Green

Where the Stuy's embedded, where New York is East

And Coney is a island connected

See part of it's slum, and part of it's ghetto

And part of it's suburban, and part of it's meadow

And part of it's peace, and part of it's concrete jungle

But on the whole it's mellow