Текст песни: Fun Lovin' Criminals. The Preacher.

My part of Broadway's bumpin' karachi taught me one thing if you're gonna die for something bite down on the gun. Stop frontin I'm gettin bruised and battered just like Mick said, Manhattan just when I thought if mattered up jump from the cut. My pastor
My heart is filled with pain New York city just ain't the same my only company is all you players but i hate the games
The buildings skew my view it's gotta get to you just when I thought it thru there oh so many variables downtown don't give a fuck they think you're all stuck op they ain't got the dough to duck they ain t got no time to see the preacher
Hate the games
The buildings skew my view it's gotta get to you just when I thought it thru there oh so many variables downtown don't give a fuck they think you're all stuck up they aint got the dough to duck they aint got no time to see the preacher
My heart is filled with pain New York city just ain't the same my only company is all you players but i hate the games

(Thanks to Chris for these lyrics)