City of Diamonds

In New York City
I’ve got a couple of wishes
I went to a concert in central park and I was just thinking
Maybe that could be me one day
Singing to the crowd
Maybe I could hold the mic up
And they would sing my shit back
Maybe I could say who’s world is this?
And they would say the world is mine
When you live in the city of diamonds it’s hard to shine
When you live in the city of diamonds it’s hard to shine
But when you live under a rock it’s hard to climb
So many private parties and not enough invitations
Wouldn’t you rather be somebody than be at somebody’s table
Maybe that could be me one day
On somebody’s list
I would walk through the room
And they’d be playing my shit