Lyrics:
Braht, live your years, whatever they may be
The streets remember you, night holds you in its plea
Neon, alley, rails, deli light - can’t flee
Brooklyn nights repeat, we change
History stays, the endless symphony
Round and round, like a squirrel on a wheel
Every street repeats the same old deal
Traffic lights on wet asphalt, headlights slice the dark
Sirens wail distant, echoing like a bark
Live your life, braht, a whole century longer
Nothing will change - the loop grows only stronger
Pulling nights and days beneath its thunder
Round the Blok, the night won’t let you heal
Life turns in circles, fate’s unbroken wheel
Next life you'll find yourself on the same cracked street
Fate chuckles soft, its rhythm never skips a beat
The alley reeks of smoke, leftover pizza heat
Rail tracks gleam cold, empty lot's heartbeat
Cars at stand-pipes are neat, but the blocks repeat
Wheels keep turning, and the city won’t kneel
History repeats, the nights spin like a wheel
Braht, we take same old line
It’s time to break the loop, and leave that life behind
