*singing* "Oooh I love this girl, she's a superstaaaaarrr !!! You can change the world, you're a superstaaaaarrr !!!" I should've been your foster child... my youth would've b-boy'd my energy into breakdancin as life - not fad. Mics - not pads, Freestylin would be second nature.. I should've been your foster child... Countless stoops would've held my childhood memories - Battery Park - Crown Heights - Brooklyn Spanish Harlem - Hells Kitchen Jamaica Queens - these places could've been mine, all mine. Your slang and dress I mimiced and I knew it was gimmick, but it's more native to me than anything Toledo,Ohio has ever produced. I could've been a rhyme in a cipher aimed at nothing and everything - I could've been a kiss on a fire escape overlooking 4 blocks of bodegas and nappy headed kids- overlooking nothing and everything. I could've been Serendipity's new york moment - full of nothing and everything. I could've kept the Crips and Bloods out of our NY state of mind - that's some west coast **** anyway. Subway trains scream my name as brakes burn rails and tags burn buildings and eyes burn memories onto brain waves burning ... Hot 97 might as well be Bigfoot to me - I hear about it, but have no actual knowledge - My senses need your crowded streets and endless peaks of towering heaps of brick and metal - piercing skies giving rise to reasons to aim eyes up high. Nevermind the gunplay - be'n me in NYC would've been easy -er instead of these greasy verbs that don't do **** in toledo cuz they slide. Non-stick pan, Ohio our chameleon night life - our non-committal courtship w/ what could become culture. I could've been your baby ... Nurtured with underground understanding - Mothered by bridges and movement grassrooting big apple trees in my psyche... I could've been spoonfed that ol' Boom Bap. Already sweating in my infancy. Cutting my teeth on your countless streets and art in between the beat. In between... the beat. I could've learned to hate out of towners - Hell, I do that anyway. Cuz if you're not for us then you are against us - simple and plain, and I was told that I am from New York by New York - nevermind the details of me never coming within 100 miles of the actual city limits. We could've saved, savored and held each other. Busy, busy, busy - you are my pulse, dizzying the heights of my empire NY state of mind - my entire place of grind is a thin wire stretched over the knowledge of falling and still not landing where i belong. Home is where the heart is, and I love toledo - but I heart NY.