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
5. "Chest heavin, aginst the flesh of the evenin..." In response to Reply # 3
>I'm curious..what inspired this piece? Reminds me of >respiration..
Ha! That's one of my favorite songs. But naw, it wasn't that song that sparked me. I've been spinnin Dilla non stop. It's this one track on that Donuts CD called Gobstopper. When I heard it, it just reminded me of the city. The horns on that piece just took me back in time. I just be at work writin to it. "The City Breathes" just came to me out of that. So I put it down...but I did it kinda fast and didn't proofread. Lookin over this I got a few typos. LOL Ehh well.
"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought
6. "You're On A Roll, Brotha ..." In response to Reply # 0
*Keep Rollin'* -- While holdin' our hearts & minds -- IN YOUR HANDS! -- (((Awesome Flow)))
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
9. "RE: The City Breathes {2}" In response to Reply # 0
>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
>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
This is whats good right here.... much empathy wit the pen.. stay up
10. "RE: The City Breathes {2}" In response to Reply # 0
these past few days youve just been on a tear--- i cant keep up but i havent been sleepign liked this section a lot:
>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
Great drop fam... you are becoming one of my favorite people/poets on the boards. Really appreciating your presence here.. btw, that sig made me laugh.. peace
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He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion
12. "RE: The City Breathes {2}" In response to Reply # 0
Deep, lush and noir.
I appreciated that!
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five
>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”
yea
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The cry I bring down from the hills __________belongs to a girl still burning __________inside my head. At daybreak
____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK
15. "i'm tripping over here cuz i don't remember a part 1" In response to Reply # 0
or maybe i've missed it...
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
16. "*Handles with oven mittens*" In response to Reply # 0
all hotness... >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
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Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?
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