He's got a MetroPCS and a bike and an alibi Chinatown, downtown, to Crown Heights and Bed-Stuy Green paths, grey paths, one way streets Running through the grid trying to get to point B Chinese food drivers taking wrong way rides Driver side doors trying not to collide Nothing in his mind but a five borough map Left, right, north, south, east, west, he's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths His eyes going side to side, scanning for the haters Suspicious doorman pointing at the elevator Later, he's sitting in the park and thinking Then he hits the ground running when the burner starts beeping So [?] and the train [?] First goes up, the second goes down James on Broome went six for five And Mike in Union Square got three Jimmy on Sixty-Ninth got one Pablo wasn't home, so he got none Like the boys in the park making [?] Like a rook through the board he's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths At the Wilson Ave checkpoint, he's got to trust his instincts And slips into the hands of the 83rd Precinct "Don't touch my bag," he pleads, "Mr. Officer Nothing in there but clothes and fabric softener" Yeah they're perched outside every corner store Cause the powers that be choose to surveil the poor Avoiding eye contact every time he goes past [?] to the gut of the beast, he's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths He's seeing paths