The city breathes…
Still wheezin from eternal cold seasons
The asphalt cracked and bleedin
And the rats is feedin
On the flesh of trapped angels that became demons
Where God is loved and hated for the same reason
The people say “Free us”, the preachers play Jesus
“Gimmie a tithe, for my time…” and Jah loses credence
We try to build a hope chest for the hope-less
To the let their soul rest
But they haven’t learned to let their light glow yet
On the concrete flesh, mothers softly wept
Old soldiers reject the name ‘army vets’
They say, “That title is so out of character”
“Cuz I’ve never fought a worse war than Black America”
Dreamers feel the city life is a slow death
Writin our will in the vapors from our cold breath
Then that gun start sneezin, all our over your chest
And that heat from the Vicks, will put you to rest
The ones who should be light, be outright dim
And the cats who can’t cope get spat out like phlegm
The metropolis lungs is a populous sponge
Where a thought sparked and its hypothesis sung
There was found a way for us to lay pillars
Hathaway, Lonnie Lynn, and J Dilla
Music in the right hands bring hope to assemblies
Conscious Psalm Rap…CPR for the city
The city breathes

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought