Life is first boredom, then fear,
Whether we use it or not, it goes,
And leaves what something hidden from us chose...
Nas in New York State of Mind:
It drops deep, as it does in my breath/
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death/
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined/
I think of crime, when I'm in a New York State of Mind
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