No Place In The World That Can Compare

" Grew up in a town
That is famous as
A place of movie scenes
Noise is always loud
There are sirenes all around
And the streets are mean
If I can make it here
I can make it anywhere
That's what they say
Seeing my face in lights
Or my name on marquees
Found down on Broadway

(...)

On the avenue
There ain't never a curfew
Ladies work so hard
Such a mountain pot
On the corner selling rock
Preachers pray to God
And a gypsy cab
Takes me down from Harlem
To the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight
With the hunger for more
Than an empty fridge "
- Alicia Keys, Empire State Of Mind (Part 2)