New York State of Mind Rain

Delivery, dynamically, remember those bars?

Another time, classic cut deep like scars

Mind Rain set the course for the New York State of Mind

And this piano loop made it great and enshrined, uh

Across the oceans, maybe even in galaxies

Away from crime pools and unjust brutalities where

If I plead that I can't breathe

Because of knees applied to pressure points, I won't be deceased, uh

Thier structured tables are required for the script in this sequel

Music, data, bricks built it, but it has no equal

Another version of the track from the prequel

Comprehension can be made when you hear the rephrase, uh

When implemented, it's alignment of the deltas

No time for ducks who cover, heavy mind rain seeking shelter

From atomic transactions, see notational reactions

Of advanced rhythmical parts in musical charts

Sonic clues move around, no need to confuse

So unique percussive sounds, is it hard to diffuse?

A different take on format, not too simple to choose

But still Young on the keyboard, the label-mate muse

You must've amnesia if you forget what became before

Of the originator of this score, a scribe who brings you more

Staves on the page like bars for non-musical slaves

Bring guidance to your mind rain in many different ways

See how they look at me, viewin' me differently, thinkin' I came from the past?

I was that chubby lil' homie that had started off slow, but determined I wouldn't be last

Determined to get to the bag, not in a rush, don't need to do fast

Walk through the past with a badge to evil

Killing my people at rates that's equal to fast

I was on road, on the highway when America's lights went, "Woo, woo"

Red, white, and the blue too, I was playing my music through Bluetooth

Four door, no coupe, at the window, a state troop

Four homies, one gold tooth

"Would you mind, sir, if I search you?"

"Uh, no, sir, may ask why? Is the reason 'cause I'm a black guy?"

In the States, I don't usually fly, so legally, I don't have to comply

But to the side, I put the pride, step out the car, let 'em search the ride

Call for backup and they arrive

"Woof, woof," is the canine

I ain't trippin', car clean, tag and title prestine

Young homie with one dream, to be treated fair amongst everything

Go home to my family with no holes in my chest

No nicks on my vest, true story, I attest