I am in a conflicted relationship
With a place
Can't keep up with the pace
Yet I am in love with the hustle
I can't miss the shuttle
Crowded 6 train to Brook Ave
Hold out your hand to hail a cab
Gloomy, dirty, tourists, pollution
Making it here is the only solution
Such hostility and commotion
Don't miss the latest sales promotion
No time for anything always on the go
I cannot and will not accept a no
Hola! Mira! Como estas?
These are the words they speak on my block
Are those fireworks? No those are shots
It's hard trying to be the change
When the man on the street asks, "Can you spare me some change"?
The Bachata blasting from next door
I know what it feels like to be the working poor
To work and to have nothing left
Madison, Lexington, Fifth Ave next?
My lover is magical, hypnotic, and rude
At rush hour, excuse me let me through
My anxiety rises as soon as I arrive
Make the next left on the FDR Drive
I love it, yet hate it, it causes me pity
This is my love affair with New York City