Stroll - Homeboy Sandman

Manhattan sure does have a lot of cabs

Affix my iPod with the clip

Take a trip along the modern ave

Upside the tree is another squirrel

Inside the breeze is another world

I never spot the mayor

Do the homeless feel without a home?

Or just feel at home everywhere?

My boy Many loves litter

Look at all the babes, no sitters

Whattup ha

Whattup ma

Done hit her

Or yo ha

Or Johan’s no hitter

Towards a foreign quarter

Willyburg troop

Willyburg bridge Jesus walking on water

Red and blue peeling

Gentlemen and ladies looking crazy under navy blue ceiling

Nothing to be off put

I prefer to be on foot

Stroll ahead

Stroll ahead

And see

One foot in front of the other

The book of life cover to cover

The look-alikes, huddle together, in a pack

Could tell the ones that’s into acting cause they never wanna interact

Various sorts who look tasty

I love passing a store with good AC

People trying to hand me shit

Tourists rocking Yankees shit

A jackass trying to sell me janky shit

A dumptruck blocking traffic hauling stanky shit

Happy kids

Campy cliques

Shrapnel from the shaggy dog, crappy kicks

Ample kitty kat persists

City college campuses

I watch my six

Rain wash my sins

Stroll ahead

Stroll ahead

And see

No cost for the life

I cross by the cars, don’t cross by the lights

Serenaded by sounds of the night

Lower east side where the rats get wild for the night

Dollar slice, 2 bros

Rainbows made of oil

Puddles made of who knows

Ghosts finding new highs and new lows

«Yo that’s Boy Sand»

«Hi.

Kudos»

Gals give glucose

This block kids rock new coats

3 or 4 blocks more kids rock two coats

Still far to go

It’s like Fargo, you’ll need that True Coat

One, not two coasts

Cusses off the cuff

Cars cut too close

Pass by the park there’s who folks?

Starks not Kukoc

Stroll ahead

Stroll ahead

And see