A Tribute to James Taylor's 'Carolina In My Mind' - Bed Stuy Edition

In my mind I'm going to Bedford Stuyvesant
Can't you see the brownstones
Can't you just feel the racism
Ain't it just like an AIDS needle
It pricked me from behind
Yes I'm going to Bedford Stuyvesant in my mind

DeShawn he's a crack dealer
You best have your money when he comes 'round
Watch him smoke his last Newport
A ring of smoke appearing now
I'm ballin' ain't I
Gone to Bedford Stuyvesant in my mind

There ain't no doubt in no one's mind
Colt 45's the finest thing around
Old men on stoops just wasting time
And hey nigga the cops are comin'
I'm runnin' ain't I
Gone to Bedford Stuyvesant in my mind

chorus

Hangin' out on Fulton last night
I think I might have heard a big gun fight
Leroy must be home from jail
Nigga better keep himself clean and watch out, watch out
I'm gone to Bedford Stuyvesant in my mind

With ugly Fedders buildings risin' around me
Still I'm in a single room occupancy
And it seems like whitey's movin' in on Putnam
You must forgive me
If I'm up and going to Bedford Stuyvesant in my mind

In my mind I'm going to Bedford Stuyvesant
Can't you see the brownstones
Can't you just feel the racism
Ain't it just like an AIDS needle
It pricked me from behind
Yes I'm gone to Bedford Stuyvesant in my mind
Gone to Bedford Stuyvesant in my mind
Gone - I'm gone - I'm gone
Say nice things about me
'Cause I'm gone
East of Classon Avenue
I'm gone