This is a story of where I was born,
it's on 115th street and 125th.
Everyone today is talking about El
about the hard times they had.
but we had good times too.
I can remember the summer,
summertime was beautiful,
we didn't need any ocean breeze,
to the left we had the Hudson River,
to the right, the East River.
We wanted to refresh ourselves,
we didn't need the ocean,
Remember that shiny pump?
All we needed was a good,
good screwdriver and a can,
and we were refreshed. At night the
Yes, I feel it, but I feel it in another way
I feel the pressure that keeps us down
I feel all the fear and the hate
that's the place that's comedy about
New Philly, I used to love it there,
the place where I was born
New Philly, but somewhere
When I find it, I'll be gone, gone,
Our food was really together
With a little cuchi fritos on the side
The grooviest tasting drink
Everything was beautiful to me
I feel it, I feel it in my bones
Gonna search for another, another home
Said I feel it, feel it in my bones
I feel it, yes, I feel it
I feel it, I feel it, gotta get away
Gotta get away, gotta get away,
gotta get away, gotta get away