Islander

An island trying to peep the horizon from the highest peak in the sky and
Puerto Rico, Ireland, Manhattan chimed in by him every place I been
Can’t replace my hiding place where I arrived in
Give you a taste of the pace on this Island, little giant, little defiant
Really a riot spew the saliva lived with the jews man a Upper West Sider
Mixed in the stew and he tired
Shout Carlos man also a writer, Shout stop also a writer
It’s the truth I admirer chill with my boo how I’m wired
Don’t know what to do when he fired up
Strut up with the mutts through the fire
AARON: Yo Wik what’s going on man?
Talking to A
That’s my OG gave me my name
Must been 13 first hit him with game
Said rap about you so I spit bout the train
Decade later Wik you goin' sit and complain?
Damn
Come on man what do you like?
I like the 1 train, bagel with lox, crushing the mic
I like the sunset on the Hudson look at the light
He looked at me like, right? why you still pouting?
Ain’t listened kept listing what I was about and
Aight aight aight
I like Sunday dinner lounging
Posted at the crib kids clowning
Change for the bus scrounging
City park kids running through the fountains
Man I like the mountains
AARON: Mountains?
My man ain’t no fucking mountains in Manhattan