Is this a city?
-It’s a city you see?
It’s just a place,
-it’s a place to be.
Growing up here,
-was hard you know?
Comin’ from the streets,
-you know you’re in the know.
Ain’t nothin’ real here,
-unless it’s made from dough…
Realize your dreams,
-if you make ‘em so,
And I’ve been ready all these years; yeah I’m ready to go,
Now I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
This is the city,
-it’s the place to be.
A place of dreams,
-a place of des-tin-y,
Growing up here,
-made me ready –complete,
Soul in the know,
-no I can’t be beat,
This is the city,
-and it was made for me.
My heart is on fire and I’m ready to go,
So now I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
This is New York,
-this is the place to be,
It’s made of money baby,
-yeah it’s a fan-ta-sy!
Came from the ghetto,
-that’s no place to be,
Make your move, make your mark,
-come on get on your feet!
My soul is filled with knowledge; laying down the flow,
My heart is on fire and now I’m ready to go,
Man I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
Only way is up,
-ain’t another way to go,
New York is the place,
-for your soul to flow,
I’m laying down tracks,
-‘cause I’m ready to blow,
Soul is full of rhythm, so here I go,
My heart is on fire, I’m so ready you know,
Man I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
The only way is up, ain’t another way to go,
I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
I’m headed to the top of the Big Apple Show!
Baby I’m on top of the Big Apple Show…
Lyrical poetry or song whatever.