Got a slow shell, life’s a marathon, not a race,
Creepin’ through the city, man, this pace is my grace,
Concrete jungle, folks rushin’ by,
I’m just a snail, takin’ my sweet time, lookin’ at the sky.

Humans in a hurry, headin’ for the grind,
I’m just tryin’ to cross, but no one seems to mind,
Dodgin’ feet, hear the hustle and the roar,
Laughin’ at the chaos, while I’m near the store.

People on their phones, think they own the street,
But here I am, slimy trail beneath my feet,
Life’s a funny show, I’m the comic relief,
Movin’ inch by inch, no stress, no beef.

City life’s a trip, in the slowest of lanes,
Folks actin’ crazy, runnin’ like they’re insane,
I take it easy, got nowhere to be,
Snail in the Big Apple, livin’ life carefree.