Deep in My Feelings...

In the streets, there's a sweet harmony that only belongs here; no one else would recognize it The sound of New York accents yelling, along with the ladies laughing on the bus; you can hear it The streets are dirty and too cramped, the air is a mixture of lovely familiarity, food, and weed When you see the brown puddles shimmer, you realize this place is just what you need There's a feeling of small-town pride; you're strangers, but you're all in agreement Everyone is unfamiliar, yet somehow know each other; that's the arrangement Immigrant, transplant, or New Yorker, you are all somehow connected You're all experiencing the same sorrow, the same rejection It isn't glitz and glamour here; the train is much too loud, the people annoyingly gritty They don't move out of your way, shoving you, reminding you that this is city-living The rats are as bold as the people, just running and straining to survive here Yet, here is where my heart has settled; in my so...