It happens in Brooklyn

Crazy weekends

Working through odd ends

Songs and book ends

Stories of Wall Street and

Conglomerations

A satisfying feeling

Just staying home

Low key and alone

Maybe watch a movie

From my phone

We set out on a wild journey

Never know what was around

The corner

We are getting warmer

Sleeping in our car

Only warranted

A rite of passage in this city

Sleeping on the streets

Can be shitty

Be now I relate more

The struggle

Of the next man just trying to get by

In a city that can

Just fly by