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letra de black star’s “respiration” - carl abramowitz

“what’d you do last night?”
“we did umm, two whole cars
it was me, dez, and main three right?
and on the first car in small letters it said
‘all you see is..’ and then you know
big, big, you know some block silver letters
that said ‘..crime in the city’ right?”
“it just took up the whole car?”
“yeah yeah, it was a whole car and sh-t…”

[spanish speaking woman]
escuchela.. la ciudad respirando

[mos def]
the new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
shinin, like who on top of this?
people was tusslin, arguin and bustlin
gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin
i’m wrestlin with words and ideas
my ears is pr-cked, seekin what will transmit
the scribes can apply to transcript, yo
this ain’t no time where the usual is suitable
tonight alive, let’s describe the inscrutable
the indisputable, we new york the narcotic
strength in metal and fiber optics
where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
hard knuckles on the second hands of workin cl-ss watches
skyscr-pers is collosus, the cost of living is preposterous
stay alive, you play or die, no options
no batman and robin, can’t tell between
the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
with no conscience, back streets stay darkened
where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
my eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbin
you either make a way or stay sobbin
the shiny apple is bruised but sweet and if you choose to eat
you could lose your t–th, many crews retreat
nightly news repeat, who got shot down and locked down
spotlight to savages, nasdaq averages
my narrative, rose to explain this existence
amidst the harbor lights which remain in the distance

[hook]
so much on my mind that i can’t recline
blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
heard the b-ss ride out like an ancient mating call
i can’t take it y’all, i can feel the city breathin
chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
sigh before we die like the last train leaving

[talib kweli]
breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on sh-tty steps
we stoop to new lows, h-ll froze the night the city slept
the beast crept through concrete jungles
communicatin with one another
and ghetto birds where waters fall
from the hydrants to the gutters
the beast walk the beats, but the beats we be makin
you on the wrong side of the track, lookin visibly shaken
taken them plungers, plungin to death that’s painted by the numbers
with krylon applied pressure, cats is playin god
by havin children by a lesser baby mother but f-ck it
we played against each other like puppets, swearin you got pull
when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise
look in the skies for god, what you see besides the smog
is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene
thoughts that people put in the air
places where you could get murdered over a glare
but everything is fair
it’s a paradox we call reality
so keepin it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality
k!llers born naturally like, mickey and mallory
not knowing the ways’ll get you capped like an nba salary
some cats be emceeing to ill-strate what we be seeing
hard to be a spiritual being when sh-t is shakin what you believe in
for trees to grow in brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
i’m asking if y’all feel me and the crowd left me stranded
my blood pressure boiled and rose, cause new york n-ggas
actin spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
i take the l, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
new york life type trife the roman empire state

[hook]

[spanish speaking woman] escuchela.. respirando ??

[common]
yo…on the amen, corner i stood lookin at my former hood
felt the spirit in the wind, knew my friend was gone for good
threw dirt on the casket, the hurt, i couldn’t mask it
mixin down emotions, struggle i hadn’t mastered
i ch0r-ograph seven steps to heaven
in h-ll, waiting to exhale and make the bread leaven
veteran of a cold war it’s chica-i-go for
what i know or, what’s known
so some days i take the bus home, just to touch home
from the crib i spend months gone
sat by the window with a clutched dome listenin to shorties cuss long
young girls with weak minds, but they b-tt strong
tried to call, or at least beep the lord, but didn’t have a touch-tone
it’s a dog-eat-dog world, you gotta mush on
some of this land i must own
outta the city, they want us gone
tearin down the ‘jects creatin plush homes
my circ-mstance is between cabrini and love jones
surrounded by hate, yet i love home
ask my guy how he thought travellin the world sound
found it hard to imagine he hadn’t been past downtown
it’s deep, i heard the city breathe in its sleep
of reality i touch, but for me it’s hard to keep
deep, i heard my man breathe in his sleep
of reality i touch, but for me it’s hard to keep

[hook: mos def and crew]

- carl abramowitz

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