Tony Asaro: Music

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YOU CAN QUIT LOOKIN’.
MY FACE AIN’T GONNA SWITCH.
NOW YOU ACTIN’ LIKE YOUR EYE ITCH.
HI, BITCH.
THAT’S RIGHT. I SEE YOU.
NOW WHERE YOU LOOKIN’?
THE FLOOR? THE MAP?
AFRAID I MIGHT SNAP?
AW, SNAP.

EV’RY DAY YOU RIDE THE TWO.
JUST LIKE I DO.
JUST LIKE I DO.
WE BOTH GET OFF AT A HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIFTH.
YOU TO YOUR HARLEM LUXURY FLAT.
SHIT, WHERE MY HARLEM LUXURY AT?
NOT IN MY BROWNSTONE.
NOT IN MY BROWNSTONE.

BUT MY BROWNSTONE HAS BEEN HERE
SINCE LONG BEFORE YOU WERE BORN.
IT’S WEATHERED AN’ WORN.
IT’S TIRED.
MY BROWNSTONE BELONGS HERE,
AND NO ONE’S TEARIN’ IT DOWN.
TOO MANY AROUN’
TO TRY.

THE BRONX TRAINS COME AND BROOKLYN TRAINS GO.
MY BROWNSTONE’S STILL STANDING.
THE MORNINGS COME AND TWENTY YEARS GO.
MY BROWNSTONE’S STILL STANDING
THE STARBUCKS COME AND CORNER STORES GO,
THE CONDOS COME AND NEIGHBORHOODS GO.
THE MONEY COME AND POOR PEOPLE GO,
BUT MY BROWNSTONE…
MY BROWNSTONE’S STILL STANDING.
MY BROWNSTONE’S STILL STANDING.
MY BROWNSTONE’S STILL STANDING.

SO, YOU CAN QUIT LOOKIN’.
MY FACE AIN’T GONNA SWITCH.
IT’S STONE.
IT’S STONE.
IT’S STONE.
BROWN STONE.