Brownstone guarded cobble stoned streets
Things that not everybody could see
Poor Irish boy, Puerto Rican girl
Who fell in love thought they’d change the world
Blacks, West indians in their Islands of struggle
Russians, Italians, Latin Americans, Asians
Middle eastern men, European Caucasians
Imagine everything these streets could say
Just sit silently close your eyes and pray
Things I wouldn’t have the heart to say
If I tell you don’t you tell them who I am
You’d be amazed at the things that happen here
You know Brooklyn ain’t no fairy tale
It’s reality, more I could ever tell
It’s Suffering, History, good and B.A. D. memories
In the Streets of Brooklyn
So many things I’ve seen
Wasn’t even looking for it
Do you know what I mean?
And sometimes its hard to let go
Do you understand me hey YO!
In the Streets of Brooklyn
At 19, in his eyes the fire
His heart filled with passion and desire
Brazilian born, Portuguese soul
His Moorish eyes thought he’d conquer the world
Then the 11 came and his life fell apart
They took his home and they broke his heart
He knew that nothing would ever be the same
So he went back home, tried to start a new life again
Everyday he looks around to find
Just a little truth in simple things of life
I am amazed, cuz its oh so hard to try
I don’t know the way his story ends
I am still about to try to comprehend
It’s one of many, I’ve been around my friend
Oh yeah, yeah
In the Streets of Brooklyn
So many things I’ve seen
Wasn’t even looking for it
Do you know what I mean?
And sometimes its hard to let go
Do you understand me hey YO!
In the Streets of Brooklyn
(Repeat)
Hon you better listen when I say
I’ve been through a lot of hurting pain
I have become what I am living day by day
In Brooklyn
In the Streets of Brooklyn
So many things I’ve seen
Wasn’t even looking for it
Do you know what I mean?
And sometimes its hard to let go
Do you understand me hey YO!
In the Streets of Brooklyn
(Repeat)
In the streets of Brooklyn ( I have found)
In the streets of Brooklyn (True love)
In the streets of Brooklyn (My very best friends)
In the streets of Brooklyn (Been through pain in joy)
In the streets of Brooklyn (I fell in love)
In the streets of Brooklyn ( I wish I could tell you
everything, yeah!)
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